
A heart whispers,
Wispy dreams float,
Murmurs of silent hope rustle,
With a tremulous hand,
And a faraway look,
Words flow on blank pages,
A journal of life brims with a cached repertoire,
breathing life
into what lay buried,
A sojourn,
Deep down to real self,
No charades but Truth,
That I shall leave
on the reams of Time.
Via: https://lindaghill.com/2022/01/25/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-25th-2022/
Lovely words…
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