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Mar 2022
If only the cars would come to a stop,
And all of the hustle and bustle.
The clock would cease ticking,
And the strident noise would turn into delicate silence.
For the world has stopped spinning.
The birds are no longer chirping.
But the wind is blowing,
Gently, gently...
And finally, a moment for me to rest.
A moment for me to breathe.
A moment of quiet.
A moment of peace.
Written by
Samantha  30/F/Trinidad
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