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Standby

Joel Hoo

a gentle breath,

suspending time,

an invitation to stillness

 

soft tones linger

like ripples on a lake,

a pause between breaths

 

layers of sound intertwine,

vast landscapes unfold

distant dreams beckon

 

drift, explore,

linger in the spaces

between moments

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a quiet journey inward,

finding beauty in stillness,

endless worlds

in a single, suspended note

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a refuge, a passage,

a doorway to new worlds,

waiting to be discovered.

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