Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

Everyone’s dream is a type of peace,

gone is the daily reminder of chaos,

that measure in our mind no one sees.

It’s in the songs we hear, words we read,

how some way down the road we heard

that peace is up to our own actions.

I’m sitting with my morning coffee,

wondering in silence about the day ahead.

Will it be filled with wonder and intrigue?

I suppose closing my laptop might help.

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    Anonymous

    You helped me yesterday. On an arduous hike in rugged woods I found two stones of sandstone on the trail. They fit my palms interchangeably. I stayed focused.

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    1. aquietwalk Avatar

      I thought I’d already replied, but to be sure. Your words made my day in their mysterious manner. Thank you.

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