Peace is the tide that never stays,
rolling in soft whispers, retreating in sighs,
touching the feet of the weary,
only to slip away before they can rest.
It lingers in the hush before a storm,
a breath between heartbeats,
a weightless second where nothing pulls—
then the world stirs, and it is gone.
We chase it in quiet rooms,
in hands we dare...
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