Waiting. Poem by Anni Birgit Sørensen
Waiting.
Silent sitting
while
darkness is closing around.
Everything appears to be in hiding.
Resting or sleeping.
Waiting.
Not a sound is heard.
Not a move is felt.
Yet:
this space is not empty,
but dense.
The air is filled.
You can feel the warmth,
the company.
You breathe in
serenity.
It's like a painting, painting on the canvas of mind nice thank
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4/26/2024 1:08:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
feel the warmth, good composition.