In the Silence of Nature
A gentle poem about longing, nature, and the silent prayers carried by the wind.
By Silent SoulweaverPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read

Among the whispers of falling leaves,
I hear your longing.
Blending with the sigh of the wind,
caressing a soul that waits in silence.
The sky weaves the colors of dusk,
while I gather prayers,
hoping you'll find your way home,
within the eternal hush of nature.


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