By JH Sayyar
No longer bound by passion’s urgent tide,
I walk the shore where calm and quiet meet,
The fevered nights and tangled limbs subside
Now peace and thought in gentler rhythm beat.
No chase, no need for masks of youth or flame,
The heart finds joy in simple morning light,
In books, in birds, in friendship free of game,
And sleep that holds no whispering of night.
What once was fire, now glows in softer hue,
A hearth that warms does not scorch the soul;
Desire transformed to wisdom, deep and true,
Ah! Contentment now the ever-golden goal
Though passion fades, its echoes still remain
A quieter bliss, untouched by ache or strain
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