The tender night wraps silence round my mind,
In solitude, a grace we seldom find.
To leave, to let the quiet hours unwind,
Is love’s most delicate and kind design.
Beneath the weight of words we often bend,
Yet absence is a balm, a gentle friend.
The space to breathe, to heal, to comprehend,
This is the love that words cannot defend.
To stand apart, yet hold the heart so near,
Is sacrifice, a gift profound and dear.
In leaving, love’s pure echo we can hear,
Its silent song, a melody so clear.
To love by letting go, this truth we own,
The hardest gift: to leave someone alone.
- Author: gray0328 ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2024 11:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
wonderful !!!!!
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Great poem Gray!
Thank You
It message is a virtue of truth. I really like it.
Loving in silence is filled with grace-
I really enjoyed this tender write…
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Most impressive ink & truly .. Neville
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