Whispers. Whispers are like those sounds.
As the wind blows against these straws of grass, I sit and wander in thought.
So gentle yet so strong… Huge trees bend and whistle in strain. Strain
Red. Red are the flames I felt upon my face.
As I ignored everything around me, the world was you and me.
And that was back then… back when, I struggled. Struggled
Feelings. Feelings are what I had.
Love is what I had.
You are what I had… You were, what I heard.
M. Kinoti. J
Copyright. Dec.
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