Sweet anticipation is
The Heavy Wait.
Haha, what is That moment, indeed! I love the simplicity of this poem and of course the sentiment behind it.
The first touch is the end of hope…
We can wait, or we can both love the wait and the moments we wait for. 🙂 thanks, as always, for reading, sweet one!!
You are welcome – keep up the good efforts. I’m stuck for inspiration at the minute hence the quietness on the therapy journeying front.
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