dVerse Poets Pub| Open Link Night
In response to:
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Hushed and Still
The snow does not fall here —
it rests.
Streetlight gathers it
into a soft gold halo,
as if the night has chosen
one small corner of the world
to forgive.
Footsteps press their quiet signatures
into the pale road.
A man walks between two shadows
that breathe and pull gently at their leads,
companions tethered not by rope
but by rhythm.
Windows glow
like careful promises.
Inside, kettles hum.
Someone waits without knowing
they are waiting.
The trees lean inward,
heavy with listening.
Nothing moves loudly.
Even the moon seems
to lower its voice.
And yet —
in the middle of this stillness —
life persists:
breath clouding the air,
paws padding,
light holding against the dark.
Not all journeys require witness.
Some are meant to be
hushed
and still.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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