Quiet
I heard something good today
no big deal, it was simple,
but it was nice and gave me hope.
Then I wondered;
does the bad know about this?
Is it worried?
Because a little bit of good
with it's hope
can cancel a lot of bad.
Wars and crime and hate
are trumpeted loudly,
but you have to listen for the good.
That's why I like the quiet.
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