Waiting Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER
Waiting
I slipped into the room waiting
For the silence to appear
To hear silence is strange
A weightless thing
like the wind on a
spring day
you can feel it
you can touch it
you can wrap it
around you
like a blanket
to make you warm
and for those who
wallow in despair
who see nothing but more
It can restore.
ES Donald/Donald Schuster
Wednesday, November 26, 2025
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