Success without peace is a hollow crown,
A fleeting victory that quickly turns to frown.
Wealth and fame may glitter bright,
But without peace, they bring no delight.
The hustle and bustle, the constant race,
Leaves no room for calm, no breathing space.
What is success without a peaceful mind,
A restless heart, always left behind?
True success is not in riches or fame,
But in the peace that comes with a gentle flame.
To find contentment, to be at ease,
That is the true measure of success, if you please.
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