Into the silent tomb the sun is arched
Its back is spread out on the tables here,
The spaces in the room where dust has marched
Like glitter they embrace the morning clear.
I did not come to this place just for fun
Nor did I come with sense of dread and toil
But just to know my working day's begun
And from a distance watch these things uncoil.
For all I need is silence and some peace
The gently shuffled papers undisturbed,
The concentrated mind makes moments cease,
Where shadows in the room lay unperturbed.
The world is never cruel or too unkind
When all is peace and quiet in the mind.
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