There exists within, a quiet space
Where I can gently rest
I lay my head upon my pillows
Feel downy tenderness
I lose myself in unconscious flow
Need not be concerned about those who won’t listen
I am rising high and low
And into a section of
Where it’s comforting and centring
I’m not censored
My thoughts ripple
I watch them segmented and whole
They miraculously unwind.
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