Sweet Emptiness,
A welcomed contradiction of fullness.
But still the senses are dismayed at the longing, and
The heart is made sad by the absence.
It asks, where is the sunshine, the warmth, the passion?
No answer comes as it lays sleeping, dormant, alone and waiting.
Waiting, waiting,
Always waiting…
Beautiful words so well composed. Waiting and waiting for all these wonders to happen. Great poem.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate your comment 🙂
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Welcome friend
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Oh Michelle. Letting go is so hard. This is eloquently written. Hoping and praying for your ultimate happiness. ❤️🤗🌷
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Thanks Deb, but not as hard as you may think 🙂
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