grant me or may i grant myself
respite in a moment
and in that moment’s play
come toward knowing
some in all
enough so that i may give it freely
a special sort of key
that doesn’t have to open
any claim at all
a smile without a reason
scent of roses in the street
shine on a muddy puddle
kindness in an argument
faith when faced with hardness
those green eyes once encountered
the smell of a day as it is born
K. H-H / A. H (19th December 2018)
Reblogged this on a blind catch in the sun and commented:
reblogging a final Prayer poem – this one I think preferable to prayer iv which i am not reblogging – i may change this one’s title to that, T x
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