early morning hours
not a single sound
a sliver of light
hints at what's to come
but right now
in this moment
nothing matters
a breath of fresh air
a warm smile
glance around
nothing moves
it's as though
everything's still sleeping
all is quiet
there are no concerns
no fears
no thoughts
just this time
and this place
and the purest form
of peace
written for a peace contest on deviant art
http://news.deviantart.com/article/29550/
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