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Region: the South Pacific
After a period of feeling particularly at peace, I felt inspired to write this.
Peace
Like a soothing wind it flows,
still, calm, beautiful, a rose.
It bears no thorns or anonymity,
only peaceful, pervasive tranquility.
It cures all worries and woes,
it forces no thought, no evil, no prose,
It sits so sweetly over reality,
it has no trigger or causality.
It's soothing petals never close,
for as a rose it always grows,
its soothing touch needs no ability,
only a mind ready for tranquility.
Kiani, Melicorium, and Drew Durrnil