A silence that stirs and kisses
Whispers deceptively in hisses
Beckoning to enter her depths
Stilling your quickening breaths
She leads you to her inner shrine
A place that loses your track of time
Save the rising and falling of the sun
Your hearts beating together as one
Far from the jungle made of stone
Her brush strokes are for you alone
Where going out means going within
Bringing tranquility to your inner din
Her music is deafeningly loud
Nature’s requiem, a chorusing crowd
Setting the scene and the stage
To free you from your secret cage
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