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Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content
The quiet mind is richer than a crown
Sweet are the nights in careless slumped spent
The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown
Nobody heard him , the dead man
But still he lay moaning
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,
Beggars enjoy, when prince oft do miss
Obscured life sets down a type of bliss
A mind content both crown and kingdom is
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The theme for Steemit Poetry Contest #2 - Silence in any of its interpretations.
Such a wonderful poem. This should be curated. Tsk!
I like this line...
"The quiet mind is richer than a crown"
It says a lot, but I quietly remember this line. Lol.
Thanks passionate-star!
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