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Oct 2010
Sorry to disturb your peace,
though we know,
peace comes and goes.
When your room brightens white
and you notice,
it is near or there,
lingering.
When your bubbles speak in roses
and pink lotus,
you've got flowers to spare.

Thank you for disrupting the rest,
well, we know
peace is all we have left.
Written by
Mo
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