Bridget Webber
Nov 1 · 1 min read

A poem about how joy thaws a sad heart

When the sun hangs low behind solemn clouds,

And torrents of ice drop as diamonds from a sad sky,

Near is the warm glow:

That golden shimmer with the strength to melt even the hardiest freeze.

And you, too, might walk under bleak mists, frost-laden.

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Bridget Webber

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I write about wellbeing and emotional intelligence, laced with personal insights, humor, poetry, and anecdotes.

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