Living in the Present In the stillnessof the morningI see her againThe woman in blackStanding on the rocksin silenceStaring at the seamotionlessThe breeze liftingher hair and leaving itto tousle abouther shouldersWhenever I comeat this time she is thereNever acknowledgingmy presenceAbsorbed in her thoughtsand quietnessI smile nervouslybut she looks through meAs if I were transparentI speakContinue reading “Living in the Present”
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Poetry For Healing 