A still quiet lingers in the air,
Gentle as a lover's touch-
so light on the skin but heavy in the heart.
Initiate not a sound
amougst delicate critters
Their translucent shells cannot withstand
even the slightest blow from the wind.
Softness emancipates itself around
barrels of skin,
Channeling a sense of peace:
soul through mind.
Be wary that quietness prevails
Swiftly as the northern wind-
a short symphony of extreme rarity.
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