Be kinder to yourself

Sitting alone at the top,
each pine at dusk
a kiss.

The mountains and clouds are caressing us,
an endless rain melts the snow to hold us.
Each flower, a gesture, a touching.

This is why the stars are silent,
silences behind,
promised silences of those who left.

A working day has written its dream:
we contain poetry,
be kinder to yourself.

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I love the tone of your verses on this poem.
Very well done!

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