Saturday, February 10, 2024

The Stage of Life (a #poem)

Without her he felt naked.
Exposed as the simple human being
he usually was.


But not when she smiled
while she kept him warm.

Those were the moments
he lived in a dream.
As if he was asleep
on the stage of life.

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