Whisper

Dreams of a thousand

times, burn inside, tormenting

thee……

 

Quickening sand

waves of a hidden future

merciless too, see!

 

Crafting a life

crimson lov

double edged knife..

Whispering lov

soft, felt, droplets

quietly above…

 

Dreams a thousand

times…

Spoken throughout,

thee dying hand….

 


Whisper

Whisper

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