WHISPER
Of course, this poem is for you--
they all are, you know?
Each word becomes another way
to speak your name.
To whom else would I whisper of love
in hopes of being overheard?
Stephen Brooke ©2005
adventures in dysthymia
adventures in dysthymia
WHISPER
Of course, this poem is for you--
they all are, you know?
Each word becomes another way
to speak your name.
To whom else would I whisper of love
in hopes of being overheard?
Stephen Brooke ©2005
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