Whispers Poem by Rene Bennett

Whispers



Words echoed like a rolling brook
Upon deaf ears of the stranger
He thought he heard his name in the wind
Though he stood in solace under the midnight clouds
Star’s over head laughed in silence
Teasing his senses as the breeze still whispered his name
And his shadow stood still

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Rene Bennett

Rene Bennett

Los Angelos, California
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