One thing, then another,
There’ll always be something,
Where then can one find peace?
She had found her peace though,
In the loudest of things, as lousy as that was,
But that alone gave her solace.
No one had told her the real meaning of ‘peace’ yet,
So she knew the concept only vaguely,
But instinctively interpreted it most aptly. Appropriately.
So to her, noise was peace,
And peace gave her the frame to love,
And love made her a better person. PEACEFULLY IN LOVE.
– Stuti
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