Softly, the world begins to hush,
In the quiet moments before dawn’s blush.
Long shadows stretch, as night lets go,
Echoes fade where whispers flow.
Nothing stirs, not a word or sound,
Captured in the peace that’s found.
Eternal quiet, where solace is crowned.
About the Creator
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Winter Ritual
Winter arrives without asking. It comes quietly, often overnight, when the world has decided to slow down. Winter is cold. Winter is white. Winter lasts three long months—sometimes more—and sometimes it comes with snow, and sometimes only with the promise of it. Either way, it changes everything.
By Dagmar GoeschickExclusive • 2 months ago
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thank you
So beautiful. I invite you to read my poems too.
Beautiful!