In the shovel of his hand
my heart,
like rock, layered in history
pathways, chiselled
mended by rain and time
he found the fissure
that window of opportunity
where in the darkness
glows the brightest light
that was invisible to me.

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Wednesday – Window

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