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Calmness is a pale blue,
like white clouds roaming through the clear blue sky.
Calmness is like,
the morning dew gliding down blades of grass in early morning.
The sound of,
waves washing into the shore of a desserted beach of solitude.
The beach sits quiet as the crystal waves,
move in and out picking up the sand.
Calmness is the taste of a Ice Cream,
being licked by your tounge.
The cool refreshing taste soothes you,
as the drips of sweet sticky Ice Cream,
fall from the cone onto the hot sidewalk below.
The feel of a fresh cotton blanket sprawled out,
onto the grass,
ready for the family to sit.
The fluffy blanket smells of flowers,
and the pink checkers are pale with age.
Calmness moves freely through the sky like a bird,
who just sprung wings.
It soars high leaving nothing,
but quiet behind it.
Calmness is pale blue like white clouds,
covering the sky,
until the sun breaks through.
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