Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem #16

Your fall to Earth,
Unknowingly,
Is a bless to me.

Does it hurt?
To be that beautiful,
And soulless.

Someday,
I hope I'll walk by your side,
Giving my whispers of hope.

One day,
You will listen to my whispers,
And you will spread them across the world.

I will whisper,
I am sick and I need your help,
Help.

You will whisper back,
I am here,
Don't worry.

(n.m)

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