Whispers thinly in the sighing of the leaves
A voice, or voices in their falling freed
Where at the lips of those that lapping, weave
Thoughts collect like dew in microscopic beads
Thoughts on a somber wind that speak to me
And like minnows, joyful, dancing, sing their creed
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Good write..
Some thoughts like those of your poem bring joy to the heart.
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