Marie Reinherr
schrieb am 6. März 2026 um 9.14 Uhr
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
Ich schicke euch allen viel liebe und Kraft. Ich bin dankbar dass es dich gab, you made my best friend♥️