Whispers Poem by soren Barrett

Whispers

I'm a rustling whisper from the shadows
A dirt mumble, climbing out of the grave
Words blowing through trees, bending weeds
Thoughts written in dream's dark ink
Frozen prints of melting echoes
A black cloak of breath that flees into the nights

Saturday, November 9, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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