Monday, December 13, 2021

Whisp-hers



Whispy so faint

or feign like clouds,

like whispers 

of empty voice

filled in breezes

that matter not

until

hitting something

like chimes

whereby hinting of 

something more

of substance,

a question

lingers like

what matters

until...


Painting by Konrad Krzyżanowski, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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