Temple of Tranquility

All cultures leave on landscape
With splashing songs
The beautiful breath
Touching the rivers,
The boisterous populace
And the animals.

All rituals are scented
With the communion of needs
Hanging on the scalp of souls
Seeking for salvation.

All beauty
Are temples of tranquility
Worshipped in reeling serenity
And paid tribute for maintenance.

Our lips have spoken in silence
On all that happened
And all yet to happen
When we’re living
Without a dream.

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