Words of Peace
Your words sing joy for a tired soul
The world was dark and noiseless,
I call the minstrels passing by
To stay a while or linger long.
Within these gates life bursts in song;
For such is my mirrored palace,
Abode of dreams,
That your words form crystalline
Tinkling, tinkling, in the air,
Filling voids with sounds of Joy
Their sheer beauty shattering silence
To fall shimmering on my ears.
While all around the world is still.
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