A pause between
A drove of tasks
A moment spend just breathing
A yellowed page
A mind that asks
A pause to think, while reading
A quiet word
Amidst a horde
Of louder voices rising
A smiling thought
A tender touch
Upon my mind, surprising.
The softest feel
Of softning heart
The solitary's solace
For taking time
As it strides by
And basking in its fullness.
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3 comments:
This is nice. Very nice.
Your friendship is constant, my dear. How you find time to read all that I write is mystery. For this, and for so many, larger, reasons ... I adore you.
:)
I plan on memorizing this poem. It's like taking a deep, cleansing breath and exhaling slowly.
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