Poetry · Writing

The Taste of Tranquility

Lucky? Only when I don’t play the lotto.

Out of sight out of mind

and one day will find

peace.

It might sound the least

but the best days are when we sit in sync

sit on our couch and shrink

chill a little bit and drink

to the next time

we find

peace.

It’s never on the weekend

or planned

not an accident since we fold

like tracing paper

fate or not it’s not from the maker

it’s just us

when there is

or have

peace.

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