Whisper
Listen to the wind blow,
how it tosses your hair,
Its irregular flow.
In the steady stream,
can you hear the whispers
that cannot be seen?
It's a voice,
a quiet voice.
One you hear by choice.
It is only a whisper,
but it has called to you:
"My sister,
Come to me
in this cold night,
so that you can see
I am no monster,
no bogeyman, no vampire.
Though, I do saunter . .
My heavy footsteps
are the leaves pounding the ground
in their silent trips.
And my soft voice,
the one in your head,
is the voice you hear by choice.
But, my sister,
as you listen to me,
believe in my whisper.
For, I believe in you."
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Poems - For The Lonely
PoetryJust some poems that I wrote! I hope you enjoy them! :)
