They whisper in my ear.
In reverence, I stare…
As words fall…
from their golden sweet lips,
To paper, in pieces and bits.
Their eyes show me a story.
They ask not for recognition, nor glory.
Their words storm to life in my heart…
Indeed flutter about my mind.
Created to be shared… Never held as mine.
This poem is one of my very favorite that I have written. Simple, yet such imagery is provoked.
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Thank you for reading… ♥