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It’s a quiet sky
Painted hues of lavenders and pinks streak the sky
There’s a gentle rustle of fresh spring sprouts
And the bare branches sway to the soft breeze
There is silence all around
Except for a distant sound of speeding cars
And the persistent sound of silence
Thoughts wander to reflect upon happened moments
But the sound of silence deafens them
I just sit and stay in the moment
Letting the silence absorb me
As the last few rays of the setting sun
Hit the walls of the room.
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