🥀 What Stands When The Wind Screams
The mountain stood firm when gales tore the sky,
The storm never softened its sharp, biting cry,
Nor bent its rage when your spirit bowed low.
Why let what cannot change steal your calm away?
Why tremble at noise that knows not your fray—
Loud words that ring hollow, empty of care?
The foe we fear most wears no stranger’s face,
It walks within, in the quiet dark place—
Our own unruly thoughts, our unsteady heart.
The mind will take hold, will press and will urge,
Until we surrender, until we diverge,
And yield to whispers that never were true.
For thought is but noise, loud, frantic, and blind,
It shouts what it will, but seldom can find
The truth that abides when the clamor is done.
It bows to every gale, every passing swell,
Answers every shadow that rises to dwell,
With no anchor to hold, no compass to tell.
And words fall freely, unweighed and unplanned,
Given to all with no wisdom at hand—
While peace stands still, if we choose where we stand...07232026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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