I prefer the calm… the flavors of a small, still voice.
I prefer the softness… the whispers of love.
I prefer the warmth… the comfort that comes with time.
I prefer the reflections… the memories of joy.
I prefer the sands… the shores of lapping waters.
I prefer the peace… the slow reactions, slow communication.
I prefer the energy… the brief spark from the eyes.
I prefer the strength… the confidence in body and soul.
I prefer the laughter… the magic of spontaneity.
I prefer the deeds… the power over words.
I prefer the friendship… the evidence over distance.
I prefer the water… the ability to cleanse... to purify.
I prefer the dreams… the escape of the mind’s boundaries.
I prefer the mist… the curtain of imagination.
I prefer the joy… the journey of purpose.
I prefer the truth… the words of reality given with care.
I prefer the breeze… the steady reminder of possibilities.
I prefer the time… the past that flees like a playful child.
I prefer the daydream… the secret escape.
I prefer the unexpected… the compromise of life.
I prefer the smiles… the windows of internal truth.I prefer the morning light… the promise of a new day.
Shannon R Killman
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