Serenity
the edge of sunrise /
birds and insects sing /
songs we call serenity
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the edge of sunrise /
birds and insects sing /
songs we call serenity
You ask me if I am afraid. But I am not afraid. I swore you were the breath in my life. I hoped you were the wind. Now I walk out of this broken heart. And see the beloved for the first time. And know
Like silhouettes emerging from the mist, we communicate softly, in the windchimes, in the spray of the sea, and in the silence between heartbeats. Though you have separated from this world, I still he