💫 When Sadness Comes Softly.... Poem by WIN VENTURA

Sometimes sadness knocks without a sound,
No storm, no wound, no fall to the ground.
It tiptoes in through the quiet night,
Turning joy's colours into black and white.

But even in this soft despair,
You're wrapped in love, in whispered prayer.
This ache you feel will pass, my dear,
The dawn is always drawing near.

So rest your soul, and breathe in slow—
Even flowers need time to grow.
You're not alone, not now, not ever…
I'm with you always. You and I — forever.

By: - WIN VENTURA