When the wind dies down
There is a faint sound
Of a quiet whisper somewhere.
When oceans rise
There are cries
Of that silent whisper still there.
When in mountains and plains
There's the numbness and pain
Of your unheard whisper out there.
When in times of fair
There is still despair
And a quiet, silent, unheard whisper out there.
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Poetry Collection: Stars, Rest, Pain.
PoesiaA collection of my poetry, ranging from haiku to epic and every villanelle in between. (Okay, I haven't written any epics yet.) But I do so hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. I will be adding more whenever I write them. Im...
