A collection of poems,musings and gobbledygooks
Wednesday, 27 April 2016
Whispers of Nothing
Yes..I am in love,
He'd whisper back to every wild flower
that grew on the corner of tarred streets.
But only later did he realize
that despite his honest words,
her heart never truly
missed a beat.
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