Quadrille poem in 44 words for dVerse Poets Pub
09.02.2026
In response to:
https://wp.me/p1GTyJ-8QB
Quiet Bloom
I learned to flower
in small, quiet places,
between grief and breath.
Petals opened anyway,
toward light I doubted,
toward hands that stayed.
Even bruised soil
offered patience,
and the stem remembered
how to rise,
soft,
still choosing color
over silence
at last today.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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