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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