In repose we find the difference.
The curl of lips, the taste of kisses
and all the peccadillos of before
now music to a different score.
Faults that others found so grating,
lost in calm and joy elating.
Will this wave of peace recede
into distance, as in past,
or to halcyon days that last?
We do not know nor need we now.
In this moment, tranquility allow.
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