No physical pain, we take for granted
but it’s such a blessed gift; our contented silence
is our cry of joy.
© Chagall 2015
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N’est ce pas
Mais peut-être non. 🙂 C’est la poésie. —Chagall
Ah. D’ac
Intriguing piece.
Thank you, Noora. Much appreciated. My apologies for the delay in responding. —Chagall
A blessed gift indeed. The pain. The healing. Your poetry… 🙂
And to yours as well! 🙂 CC