Rushing in the Silence

Halfly filled,
halfly gaining,
heart in suplexing forms;
it needs to go on,
sowing the seeds of sweating labor,
drawing near to hear the voice of nature's host.
Be still,
hear the rushing in the silence;
intelligence flowing through the fabric of being.
And for regard, familial ties tighten,
in amity inflation.
In earnest concern,
for the feasible failings;
peace is affordable
and freely given.







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