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 A Quiet visit

Soft grey eyes  internal pain,
Given with such happy silence.

Calm swift motion…gentle hands,
Wistfully stares at a painting.

Motes of dust hang in the air,
Float like a halo around her.

Moving thoughts…auras converge
No words dare disrupt this moment.

Confidante, close to her heart
Waits in companionable stillness.




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