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Stillness - Ah yes but can you hear

     The whispering of the breeze?
A place of quietude?  Ah yes -

     Yet there's rustling in the trees.

Hear the sound of gentle splashing

     As a rivulet runs by,
Whilst the call of gliding swallows

     Comes gently from the sky.

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Peaceful, like the sleeping dead,

     *Ensconced within their tombs.
Relaxing, like the tiny babe

     Asleep in mother’s womb.

A tranquil place, in this world,

     Is so very hard to find,
Away from noise and bustle

     So familiar to mankind.

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* Ensconced:  settled securely or snugly

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