I'm a rustling whisper from the shadows
A dirt mumble, climbing out of the grave
Words blowing through trees, bending weeds
Thoughts written in dream's dark ink
Frozen prints of melting echoes
A black cloak of breath that flees into the nights
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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“Thoughts written in dream's dark ink” love this line and the whole poem! Well done my friend!
Thank you so much, Tristan. I appreciate your reviews and comments. They are highly esteemed.
You’re welcome! 🙏
Extraordinary imagery, a dark and delicious write dearest sorrenbarret 🌹 whispers indeed. 🤗
Thank you so much, Teddy. I appreciate your views and your reviews. Have a great day.
* (whispers)* Good write SB.
Thank you Orchi Appreciate the read
Awesome
Thank you so much, Tony. I appreciate your comment.
You're welcome
This is very powerful. I enjoyed reading.
Thank you, David. I appreciate your read and comment. They are highly valued.
May those words never stop soren.
Andy
Thank you, God for your review and for your kindness. Hope you have a nice day.
I really liked this one. You have definitely mastered rhyme and contemplation bringing your reader through a journey of words that have more inner meaning than they can comprehend. It's like understanding the vastness of the universe in infinite thought and emotion.
Thank you so much you are too kind. Your words mean a great deal and are highly valued. I thank you for your review and generous words of support.
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