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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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