PK_SP_094 THE WAY BACK
I walked through the dusk
with a stone in my pocket,
and silence pressed close like a friend.
The wind remembered my name.
The trees did not ask
where I had been.
At the door, the old light waited—
no questions,
only the silence
that says:
you are home.
Rivers in the Ocean
Gwen van Knippenberg Kuva vähem
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