Stories

They Whisper to me,

In dust filled cracks

From silent corners of the rooms

Through the fallen petals

In the distant horizons

Where mountains melt into the skies

The blue and green

Of a broken dreamer’s eyes

And the road

Basking in the shadows of moonlight

They whisper to me

Day and night

Narrating the wonders of the world

And beyond

They whisper

Stories

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