Peace

Peace—ZenPens

‘Peace’ is the thing with incense
that permeates the nostrils.
And louds the tune without the sounds,
And fills the soul with silence.

And still in the gale is felt
And rough must be the wind
That could astound the little sparrow
That kept lively path.

I’ve seen it in the chilliest land
And on the weirdest sand
Yet, ever, in eternity
It sought a piece of me.

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