Whisper (Poem)

The wind it whispers softly in his ear, speaking of dreams he often hoped to have,

with gentle words it told of images clear, where life would bring him peace & love so true and he would walk on pastures green,

hand in hand with one of high regard, to keep his heart in fullest known esteem,

to follow where his lead would care to take and never doubt his doubtless good intent, instead to walk beyond the worlds confines,

never finding reason to lament and whilst oceans crash on rocks upon the shore & time it passes to earth & dust, he’ll find the one who’s heart beats just for him, a heart of hearts whom he can always trust.

Annie Read

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