Laying easy on a quiet day
Letting hours drift up like smoke
Not asking anything of my respite
Not finding reasons to provoke
Mulling mildly on my comfort
With no pressing needs or strain
Sometimes life can be like that
Little moments without pain
No need to make a rush of it
This kind of tranquil rarely calls
Like chewing cud in common ground
Well away from turbulent squalls
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