Like the first glistening snowfall
Over you, over me, Nothing was cast, but grew from timeless olive eyes. Quiet as the focused night Holding me in its cupped hands, Listening close for the sea inside the shell. A thousand stars are raining, Feeding our skin of trust, Already wetted by the dew of grateful tears. On meeting a doctor who listened.
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Gabriela Domicelj
11/12/2021 02:27:02 am
What a beautiful poem, Julie. It's poignant to me now, with long Covid. Thank you.
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