Irony

Never_alone

The irony of being
alone in the floresta
is that I am learning
how to be with others.

It is in quiet reflection
that life’s questions
are answered, coming
like raindrops, falling
from leaves long after
the storm has past, each
tiny drop quenching some
thirst I did not
even know that I had.

Marj 6:31

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3 Responses to Irony

  1. feel calm when I visit and read these words….

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  2. 😉 😉
    silver-lined wisdom marie

    Jim

    Brazil?

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