Show me, old one, the fragile empty dawns
That break in bleak waves over Soul Mountain
For I seek solace in the silence of the unborn
Hidden deep inside the womb of morning
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I hope solace was found in a secret formed by wispy smoke that arose on an apex to smother a mask and shed emptiness to be remolded as euphoria.. keep penning, One Peace at a Time, Deana
That's an interesting way of putting it. Indeed it was... Peace and Sandwiches