nothing like a quiet day
nothing like glorious thoughts
pondering on the inside
debating plans to be sought
rain hits the window
or rather the windshield today
turning off the radio
to listen without saying
sometimes sitting at the desk
and staring into space
is exactly needed
with nothing to go chase
no calls, no messages
no screentime or static
without the artificial noise
without talk, without it
sigh a deep breath
held heavy in hearts
no complaints or critiques
just original quiet in parts
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