Swells of Cessation

Sit in stillness, and smile

Hearken the hurried halt

Faces fading fast in flurries

Shunt the shearing shouting shut

 

Sit aside the placid seaside

Savor the western facing shore

Surely something sitting softly inside

Hears the Heaven-sent zephyr store

 

Swaying swells of cessation

 

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