Quiet Contemplation
What is this life, if, full of noise
the clamour of the world destroys
that still, small voice of calm within
whose fainting trace grows ever thin?
A life without a chance to pause,
ears stifled by this world's applause,
may fail to hear that whispered voice
which leads the spirit to rejoice.
28.04.2022
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