Puddles Of Grace
that soft whisper of
a cool breeze on a tumultuous
summer burned day
as if a smile that invites
a calm amidst chaos
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that sweet loganberry on a rugged edge
near Lake Ann on the Shuksan Arm
like that hug from your toddler
saying; I love you
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that sound of rain
drops parading along
leaves as if dew
from the corners of
weeping eyes
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that feeling while
walking through these
puddles of grace
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that leaves a heart
speechless
-JP 04/09/2024 0019hrs
Thought about working this poem more. Been sick the last couple days. Probably return to it later.
I really enjoyed this poem. Very well written