In a moment of calm reflection
and utter muteness,
light fell gently
on the broken spaces
of my heart wet with
the innocence of the rain
and there I found beauty, truth and rest.
And I got misty-eyed
as I slowly walked away
along with the lonely and weary whispering voice
of the winter wind.
The pigeons were silent.
(*i took this shot while walking along Lawrence Ave. West, Toronto, Ontario)
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Beautiful poem Virgilio, I think you should give us more!
that’s very nice of you, Michele. thanks for the encouraging support. much appreciated. i’ll try as best as i can.