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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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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