Your life was a brief whisper
A sound easily lost amid
The chaos of this world
It's soft murmur never
Heard by multitudes
It's hushed tone never
Spanning land and sea
But
That's the beauty of the whisper
It tickles the ears of only a privileged few
And oh! how were we privileged
YOU ARE READING
Musings of the One Percent
PoesíaThis inside the mind of a female INFJ. Proceed with caution.
