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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