You whispered softly,
beguilingly
into my ear.
Such silent music,
such promises.
Today I know.
And why you would
not speak
in normal,
unhushed tones.
It simply was
because
they would have heard.
You old fox, the oldest trick in the book, give them a promise and have them whisper it so there is no witness, brilliant i will put that in my book try it at a later date Warm regards allan
Amazing. Short and excellent with the message clear. A lovely piece. Thanks H.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Three short, succint poems today. I enjoyed them all, but this one was my favorite of the trio.