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Peace of Beauty

The smell of fresh leaves
The ambiance of coffee steam
How does one measure the
Scope of serenity?

The song of the sand
The hum of the moon
The sparkling cling to metals
The cycle of nature as it was meant to be
the goodness as it stays, undisturbed

Not about what peace is not
But rather,
What peace is
It is not about no noise
It is not about no eruptions
for there could be an eruption of beauty
And still be called peace

It is not about the no violence
nor the silence
but the essence
the Beauty
And the deep fruit within it
Each speck of it
the invisible aura behind it

Peace makes the heart
sing from its inner core
Bliss
unlock the earth’s potential
and there you have peace





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