The silence is gentle;
no judgement, no rush.
The kind eyes are waiting;
no fear of the slush.
The room is a shelter
for struggles, for tears.
The heart finds a cushion
and collects souvenirs.
- Author: jo ( Offline)
- Published: December 14th, 2021 03:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, dusk arising
Comments4
Truly lovely words 🙂
thank you yellowrose
what a lovely poem, thank you
for choosing to share
thank you LB
Beautifully penned.
thank you Rozina
The safe place we all need at those times we are broken.
Beautifully written. Into my favourites.
thanks so much dusk arising
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