Like silk slowly unraveling in the breeze or leaves whirling down from the trees
There is a particular beauty about silence that seems to transcend time
A soft gracefulness to the quietude that feels incredibly sublime
While there is a vast emptiness to the sound of nothing
silence carries its own weight majestically.
A lot is desirable about the stillness
Peace in every drawn breath
As even a whisper dies
Crisp and vacant
There is calm
in infinite
points
until
Zen
is
.
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