A moment
A whisper
A wrinkle in time
Stillness in reflection
Gravity pulls
Ripples align
Dreams take time
Be quiet in your moment
Follow the shadow of your whisper
The murmur of your dreams
Will find you when you
When least expect it

A moment
A whisper
A wrinkle in time
Stillness in reflection
Gravity pulls
Ripples align
Dreams take time
Be quiet in your moment
Follow the shadow of your whisper
The murmur of your dreams
Will find you when you
When least expect it
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I love your title Janette, it eloquently set up your beautiful poem. 😊🤗
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Aww thanks Ivor 😊
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Lovely, Janette. Always wise to listen for that murmur…
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Absolutely. It is just staying quiet enough to hear! ❤️ thank you Sue x
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I couldn’t agree more, Janette. You should always listen. Your life is more complete that way.
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Thank yo Michele 🙏
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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