Quiet

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  • Childhood

    Quiet

    My heart
    Is round
    My eyes
    Behold
    All that is new
    To me
    I don't believe
    But I have
    Faith
    In the still waters
    Of this chaotic
    Ocean
    We
    Call
    Home

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Papillion’s Poems (28)

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    Tomatoes & Onions 0
    Being 0
    You 0
    Ruminating Disgruntled 0
    Banal Limrick 1
    My Alzheimer CPU 0
    Understanding and Be 0
    Aye see you 0
    Beingness and Nothing More Thank You 2
    Fantasy Unfulfilled 1
    Formidable Presence 1
    Spare Moment in Time 1
    Desacrate Me NoMore 1
    SADDENED SPECTRUM 1
    A Happy Warmth 1
    To Love and Be Loved 1
    Yeah Right 1
    Together As One 1
    Dreaming 1
    Quiet 1
    Restless 0
    Being 0
    Staying Strong 1
    Peaceful Soul 2
    My Table of Contents 2
    Clearer Perspective 1
    Zen on Wheels 0
    Saving Grace 3