Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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Steal the quiet of the Star-spangled night; borrow the calm of the gently lapping sea
Let the breeze billow through the trees. Sit; inhale the serenity of the predawn.
Let it seep in though the pores of your skin let it run in your veins like a crimson tide,
Swashing, Raging, roiling, surging through.
Then dip a quill in the red and scribble on the high heavens, a message for peace.
Pour your heart out, let the words drip, purging your soul, cleansing your spirit.
Let them seep out from the many apertures till you are spent, your soul is satiated.
Then rest your hand and lay down for a bit under the canopy of the night sky,
Just be one with the millions who read and want the same.
You will find that you are not alone….
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