Square box hidden in plain sight, square
with the head positioned just right; the place
Lying flat, no movement,
with a stiffness of sort,
a rectangular figure, colorful,
long and sturdy.
Propped up with a stillness,
an energy to just be,
wide with calmness; there,
the place of silence.
Opened at an angle, handle,
upon handle, wood built, material
coated; a frame, a shell that’s hollow.
Peace or misery, quietness or agony,
contentment or worries; that place of silence;
death, you are there, because you have no breath.
Brave thoughts about A Space All Your Own Delightful thoughts on A Stillness In Life Charming poems about Peace In The Midst
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I'm an author of 14 books. One of my genres focuses on young adult inspirational fiction. I use real life scenarios and through my writing, I paint beautiful pictures on how the younger generation can overcome obstacles, using godly solutions.
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