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In The Fleeting Peace of Morning, the world awakens in quiet grace. The sun stretches over trees, birdsong fills the still air, and silence reigns. Yet, this calm is fleeting—soon overtaken by the chaos of day and the unknown whispers of night, where peace becomes only a memory.

A raw, reflective poem on grief, numbness, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going. “I Guess…” weaves despair and resilience into rhymed verses, showing how poetry becomes a bridge between pain and hope. It speaks to silent scars, survival, and the courage to keep loving despite loss.