a curious passing
breeze is blessed
by her whispers
there’s a reflection,
an uncovering,
a moment of being
elsewhere
she pauses,
releasing a modest
smile
they speak of dreams
and how ripples
in a still pond
eventually reach
their shorelines
he recognizes
the mercy of an
open hand
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that last stanza is just beautiful, thanks for sharing
it's such a soothing read
Thank you so much
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