When our hearts lost hope
We turned our eyes upward
Toward the source that knows
And for a moment, all was still.
All Was Still
Posted byQuietest PoetPosted inAcceptance, Anxiety, Deep Feelings, Friendship, Global Suffering, Grounding, Heartache, Hope, Support, TrustTags:Acceptance, Anxiety, Deep Feelings, Friendship, Global Suffering, Grounding, Heartache, Hope, Support, Trust
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