a
soft caress
on
the cheek
to
calm us;
a
gust of wind
to
knock us
off
our pride;
a
rain shower
to
wash stained
words
off our souls;
a
dust pan and broom
to
gather up
all
our tears
and
toss them away –
(your)
silence
comes
in many
forms.
(c) 2019 Thom M. Shuman
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