Hope
How a mother touches her baby to sleep
How the cool wind in the dusk smells of the last rays of the Sun
Silence has her ways to comfort our soul to stillness
She scrapes the rust of carelessnes
Flinging the debris away from the beating heart
Planting a single seed of hope husked within doubtfulness
In the now fertile soil of calmness
Tapashree Roy
Sat 6th Jun 2020 08:13
@MortimerBlooming Thanks for sharing your thoughts. And agreed. I am going through a waking up phase of my life. It is as if I never acknowledged who I am. And now I have started the journey to my true self. It is a difficult path. But would have never been possible without calming and slowing down.