The Quiet Days

The quiet days,
the ringing in your ears,
because last night was so loud,
now the wind softly plays with the curtains,
and colors outside are changing
but for a moment, it doesn’t rain.

The quiet days,
the beating of your heart,
because tomorrow will be loud,
now the clouds pass by slowly outside,
and the sky is such a pale blue,
for a moment, it doesn’t rain.

The quiet days,
when laughter has subsided,
because last night was so great,
now the sun shines a light upon my carpet,
and the sounds outside are passing by,
for a moment, it doesn’t rain.

The quiet days,
when the music softly plays,
because tomorrow will be new,
now the mind tries to unwind in a personal space,
and the thoughts inside are passing by,
for a moment, it doesn’t rain.

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