The still and quiet, steals quietly into
my mind
a
desire, create i feel insulted by the noise
the
still and quiet, the familiar and certain
remains
the same wherever it is tuned
the
trees geisha, the birds, sonorous wooers
mesmerizing
to the sight, loving believers
back
into heathens
the
still and quiet, the wind and silence
forever
in my mind, belittles my sacrifice
purposed
stones piled up powerfully
i
too must shield a brother, but not too much
as
i perfect my beauty of mastering my pose
i
too must be still and quiet amidst the turmoil within me
wooing
like the birds as my life sways like the tree
after
all the said and done when you are still
and
quiet maybe you will believe me
Victor Samuel
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