I love calm people,
Their words fall like leaves, maple.
Soft, delicate, and subtle.
They don’t work to be seen,
Like rivers flowing beneath the green
Moving gently, unseen but clean.
Their silence speaks prayer
Harmony in every breath of air
Peace in their quiet steps, that’s rare.
They harm no one,
Leave no scar or burn.
Just a soft presence,
Fading like darkness.
I find them inspiring,
A rare kind of grace, shiny
Like moonlight resting on the sea,
In a world filled with storms, blustery.
©️Priya Jain
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