I have not written fridge magnet poetry in a while but this one happened this morning when getting the milk out for the kids breakfast.
I will wait
In silent depths
At the edge of a promise
my soul must rest
learning the art of solitude
let the sadness be,
walk, lie, rise with it.
The fragile whisper of tomorrow.
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beautiful!
Wow… when I read things like this I wish I could write poetry.