Words echoed like a rolling brook
Upon deaf ears of the stranger
He thought he heard his name in the wind
Though he stood in solace under the midnight clouds
Star’s over head laughed in silence
Teasing his senses as the breeze still whispered his name
And his shadow stood still
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teardrop (
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A lovely write, nicely crafted and written, enjoyed the read
Again, thank you so much for the read. Means a lot.
A most beautiful poem of the language of nature and our deafness to it. Very nicely composed and written
Thank you for reading me and the great reply.
Love it
Hi Tony, thank you for reading me.
You're welcome
Excellent, teardrop. This one sings like a beautifully haunted song. Well done! A fave for sure. 🌹👏
Good morning Tristen. Thank you for the great reply.
Good morning my friend. You are most welcome!
Such beauty and imagery eery too. 🌹
Thank you
these whispers in the wind are so haunting - they can tantalize one so much..
hope the message was passed on, and understood though...
Thank you for the read and comment...I hope so too...lol
yes, so do I
have a great weekend
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