The wind
need not whisper here.
Her audience
surrounds her
on all sides,
and they themselves
love
to chatter.
Still,
she keeps her voice
low.
Watch:
at her modesty,
the most stiff-backed trees
cannot help but
shiver.
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Cityscape
PoetryA collection of poems written in the city. Written for city folk who don't quite belong. And for everyone else who fall in between the cracks of 'here' and 'there.'
