Monday, February 19, 2018

SWEET WHISPER



How you take 
a sweet wishper
by the dead leaves
that rustle pass you
in a silent breeze
of the dark and cool night

Some missing thread 
Broke down, from
the parts of a tree trunk
that weaved 
a nest on it's branches
Chirping day and night 

Now
Trilling its pallid lips
Down the dust
Singing 
Crumpled songs, sweetly;
into the dark air

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