A Quiet Place
Seasoned eyes, see both the past and present.
Bookended between times now out of mind.
A tattered soul recalls a steep ascent.
Experiences; a life intertwined.
Understand that time cares not, how it’s spent.
All the times, those of good and those of bad.
The highs and lows between love and sorrow.
What’s known of joy came from being sad.
Hearts rejoicing; in what is tomorrow.
Hope to come, dismisses all that was had.
The toughest of paths; self-discovery,
leads the wanderer to a quiet place.
Beneath, leaves and limbs, silence covers thee.
It’s here with himself; he comes face to face.
No greater bliss than one’s recovery.
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