Feb 21
I hear it in the whispers of the night.
In the drives down windy lanes,
And sunsets on rusty roofs.
When old friends smile and joke,
And offer parting gifts.
I hear it in quiet morning walks on deserted beaches.
In longing glances,
And hushed confessions.
When I write and when I read.
And when core memories are formed.
I hear the World divulge to me,
What a wonderful life it could be.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
