Intimacies Of Whispers.... Poem by saranyan bee
Intimacies Of Whispers....
my path were whispers,
i would with scythe prune
and make a bed of sounds,
whispers tell no tales
no falsehood,
but rend in the husky notes
moonlight upon moonlight
of times
and of intimacies;
move not a leaf, o breeze
that i may not hear,
silence of the night
here is precious,
o brook, hold thy cold waters by the hook,
hold your churns and murmur
that I miss not the sweet whisper.
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