whispers.
sometimes little whispers come to me like light
shining through the trees
it all settles in and i just like to listen
as you say to me
i am the fairest one of all
more than this thing, beauty
you fit the crescents of my heart
just as i longed to be
everything, to you
who whispers like balmy light
through these nested trees.
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poem copyrighted by me
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