We race through life, with haste at hand.
Moments fleeting, like sparks in night,
Lost in the whirlwind, out of sight.
Yet amidst the frenzy, a whisper's plea,
To pause, to breathe, to simply be.
For time's swift stride, relentless pace,
Leaves little room for quiet grace.
In slowing down, we find what's true,
In stillness lies a different view.
The world unfolds its beauty rare,
When we relinquish frantic care.
So let us linger, in this fleeting hour,
Embrace the calm, release the power.
For in the gentle slowing down we find,
A richness in life, serene and kind.
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Isra
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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