Irreplacable

Sometimes it's the dark that's irreplaceable,
a still of quiet that calms thy inner soul,
as it spreads throughout a maze of cerebral corridors,
to where a mind can roam free to seek the unattainable,
perhaps the place we long to breathe....

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© Nick Hawkins Poetry, all rights reserved
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