Rain droplets trickle outside of his window
Unknown to the world is the deepness of his soul
An aura of silence in chaos, stays mellow
While the world battles, he's asleep in the meadows
A timeless moment in the seconds of trauma
A gentle wind blows, free from anger or karma
Arising from fogs of bitterness, so peaceful
So far from the world, in a slumber, so blissful
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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