Noise

sometimes
the world is so loud
I long for silence
to be my companion

early mornings
late nights
noises fall off
like withered petals
the world
is beautiful again

I don’t mind
counting breaths
hearing own thoughts
feeling exhaustion
sensing pain

stripped of
layers of interference
soaked in quietness
my soul is
revitalised

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The Mush from the Hill says:

Jul 25, 2019 at 5:30 pm

What a lovely feeling and a lovely expression of words.

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1. Cassa Bassa says:
  
  Jul 25, 2019 at 5:35 pm
  
  Thank you. Mordern world can be challenging for an introvert like me. 😑
  
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  1. The Mush from the Hill says:
    
    Jul 25, 2019 at 5:39 pm
    
    Your welcome ❤️
    
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