There is a blessed silence 

In my mind 

A smooth reprieve 

From the chaotic thoughts 

That I harbor inside

I hope that within 

This vast nothingness 

I feel 

That cracks begin to form 

Allowing the dead weeds 

To morph into 

Blooming flowers 

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