his face furrowed with wrinkles
money doesn't buy quiet nights
with a compassion that has nothing to do with pity.
That's what mothers do
We sacrifice ourslveves
The sound of waves
softer
I woke up to the sound of waves
splashing through the balcony
and silence that doesn't hurt
is a blessing
peace after so much chaos
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