i hear whispers
of a time long past
whispers of a golden age
but also of a dark age
i hear whispers
spoken behind my back
whispers that can tear people down
or help them up
i myself am a whisper
we all are
but we all have the power
to change people's lives
for good
or for worse
i hear whispers
of a new future
one of sorrow
of terror
but also of hope
of joy
there are whispers in everything
we just have to choose to hear them
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
