She’s never been one for weighty words,
but her expressions shine through with clarity,
a language I’ve learned to read
across the room.
Her smile sketches the degrees of joy,
her shoulders measure the weight of weariness,
her touch—a whisper of empathy.
And her eyes—eyes that reflect
all the ways blue can be—
mirror shifting moods, fleeting thoughts,
the quiet undercurrents of her heart.
A brief window into
the storms and still waters within.
Inspired by the wonderful line “The sky showed me all the ways blue can be and how many clouds it can hold” from Bridgette Tales’ post, Photography: Hit the Road.
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