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Tuesday, 4 November 2025

Passage ways

Gentleness, serenity, calm

Love touches with a whisper

Where the door is held open


Tender, night skies of stars

Clear of clouds, whispers land

Softly on unploughed furrows


Ageless; past generations talk

On beauty, of the passage

Of time, which tonight is still


Carriages, along cobbled streets

Past toffee shop windows

Breath blown softly, whispers: forever