Winter Breeze
Whispers swirl
though
windswept fields
as each dried
weed and reed
brush against
each other
to spill
their secrets
into the air
for seeking ears
and open minds
if we
will only listen
Winter Breeze
Whispers swirl
though
windswept fields
as each dried
weed and reed
brush against
each other
to spill
their secrets
into the air
for seeking ears
and open minds
if we
will only listen
Your regular poetry posts are mental health food.
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I will whisper to you, baby. But you still have to finish your work first*Grins*
We will play soon, love. Tomorrow, hm? I love it when you are eager though, I can’t deny it.
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