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Healing Haven
The lingering aroma of
medicine in the wind ,
The resonance of restless
footsteps across the hallways ,
the ringing of patients and peoples
noise in my ears ,
but at the same time
the calmness,
with white angles
ephemeral presence,
fleeting as a wisper.
none knows if they could
return again ,
the folks waiting,
with tapping feet ,
Admist the theater entrance,
hearts symphony ,
another overture of expectation,
with their hearts tempo
faster than time .
but , it was the sole Haven
that truly lent their hand .
© iz~k
(I am in hospital, so I thought why not write a poem about it 😄)
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