Again my fancy takes to flight,
And soars away on thoughtful wings,
Once more my soul thrills with delight,
From Earthly scenes awhile, I find release
Where nothing disturbs and nothing harm,
I find no sorrow, woe or care,
These all are lost in perfect calm,
Bright are the joys, where worries cease
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
The truth is beautiful. 🙂
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