A quiet sort of sound
Birds chirp softly in the morningThe peacock outside my windowSquawks in search of his lady love;The street vendor's voice rings throughthe neighbourhood,A Calm voice tells me about mindfulnessAs I take slow, long, deep breaths;The ding of the microwave reminds mefor the fourth time, of my forgotten coffee;My phone buzzes with alertsNews, social media, reminders,Friends and family and work chaos;Faceless, disembodied voices on a Zoom call,Delivering tasks and demanding updates;The doorbell buzzes, startling out of my reverieas it connects me with the world outside;Everyday essentials delivered by masked menSilently dropping them at my doorstep;
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