There is so much living to do
Between pauses and heartbeats,
So much peace and solitude in the moment between breaths,
There are between lines of words on a page
An unquantifiable amount of other stories that could unfold,
There is so much unconditional love unsaid
Despite how much is spoken and what is expressed,
The deep feeling, passion, sensation
Yet stillness and inner peace resonates sublimely,
Like a breeze rustling the trees and a ripple across a lake.
fauxcroft 
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