Silent whispers in the dead of night
In the sun rays shine a bright light
For the blind man awaits a wondrous sight
A plane for the bird that scared of flight.
Silent whispers in the dead of night
Darkness consumes like spilled black ink
Silence so loud it drowns sad plights
So... I'm going to be honest and say that I'm honestly not proud of a lot of my poems (hence the name 'maybe poems'). I am wanting to do a better poem about 'silent whispers' though. :)
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the good, the bad and maybe poems? + Quotes
Poetrycollection of poems that I have written. including the good, bad and poems that might not be poems.🤷🏽♀️
