Peace.

I sail, in pursuit of an obscure, overshadowed treasure,
over the colossal ocean, down the reticent ripples.
Into the faraway, remote panoramic blues

I immobilize and latch my perception,

And I ultimately discover it.

In the secluded depths,

I realize myself.

I procure,

Peace.

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Written under 'The Nine Flavors'
Flavor: Peace (Shanta Rasa)

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-Ashish