"A white-haired couple sits on a park bench,
Reading the paper, discussing the day's news.
He repeats a poem, learned in his youth;
She finishes the stanza as he nods in pleasure.
At twilight, the air seems clearer than noon."
I can feel myself entering a time of relative stillness and hope. I'm grateful for it as I resolve not to participate in the hysteria I see unfolding around me.
Reading the paper, discussing the day's news.
He repeats a poem, learned in his youth;
She finishes the stanza as he nods in pleasure.
At twilight, the air seems clearer than noon."
I can feel myself entering a time of relative stillness and hope. I'm grateful for it as I resolve not to participate in the hysteria I see unfolding around me.
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