Poetry

The night is never complete
There is always, as I say
After grief an open window
A lighted window
There is always a dream before,
Desire to satisfy, hunger to fill,
A generous heart
A helping hand, an open hand,
An attentive eye
A life, life to share.
Paul Eluard
Note: It is interesting how much this simple photo means to me. This poem may express a part of it

Passionate about photography, art, and literature.
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A poem that can be very comforting for many.

Thanks for sharing!

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so happy to hear that. It is a pure joy for me 🫶🏻