A Quiet Time
Though the flame is faint and distant,
and what I always see are just tiny sparks,
Sometimes I walk right by it.
Sometimes, I sit down and feel its warmth.
Like getting covered with the softest blanket
Comfort sinks through my skin,
and the strangest thing,
One I've never seen,
happens.
As if touches my cold hand
As if caresses my lost face
As if brings me home
Peace.
Posted Apr 10, 2022, 10:01 PM UTC
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