there is a place
of solitude
where winds don’t blow
where leaves refuse to rustle
it is the space
of waiting
of anticipation
between musical notes
in this space
i am free
nothing comes or goes
nothing gives rise to distress
this is a place
i visit
where worldly troubles
have no place to settle
…
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