Whispers In The Wind Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

Whispers In The Wind



I hear you talking to me again.
Your talking to me as the wind whispers.
Still I hear your gruffly voice.
It was your fualt you made me do it.
Its what happens to naughty girls.

You talk to me still.
Your voices as scary as ever before.
You talk as the wind whispers.
Will I ever be rid of you?

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