The Language of Stillness

In the meadow

the grass sways with grace

Bearing seeds

a promise of life's embrace

The wind caresses

gently shaking each leaf

Whispering secrets

of joy and relief

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We stand in silence

no need for words

A moment cherished

where peace is heard

The beauty lies

in the unspoken connection

A shared understanding

a rare reflection

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When expectations fade

into the air

Miracles unfold

beyond compare

For in the stillness

of our souls' reprieve

Destiny arrives

as if to believe

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The grass, a symbol

of nature's resilience

Teaches us patience

in its subtle brilliance

Seeds scattered

a future yet to bloom

A testament to hope

dispelling gloom

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And the wind

a gentle and guiding force

Stirs the leaves

a dance in its course

In its touch, a whisper

a tranquil lullaby

An invitation to let go

to soar and fly

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We stand united

hearts beating in sync

No words needed

for our souls interlink

In the silence, a canvas

for dreams to ignite

A symphony of moments

pure and bright

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Expectations, release them

into the sky

For life's surprises, oh

they'll surely comply

When we least anticipate

wonders unfold

A tapestry of blessings

waiting to be told

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It is in the absence

of anticipation's weight

That life's symphony

finds its perfect state

Embrace the unknown

with open arms

And watch as destiny

unveils its charms

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Let the grass bear its seeds

in the breeze

The wind shake the leaves

with graceful ease

In our silent stance

we witness beauty's art

as the unexpected

dances into our heart