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Things of Yesterday
are gone like
Whispers in the Wind,
carrying them away,
To never see the Light of Day,
To be Blinded by the Dark of Night,
To never see the Sun Shine Bright,
The Whispers of Yesterday,
Have fluttered away, and gone astray,
The voices that were heard,
The speaking of soft words,
You barely hear them,
Just under a breath,
Upon a Whimper,
is where they rest.
Whispers of Yesterday,
Are all now gone,
Now, Turning soft whipsers
into a sad Love Song!!!


B.R.
Date: 06/14/2023
 Dec 2024 Francesca
jules
I caught myself in the mirror -
not really me,
just someone wearing my face.
they moved like a bad actor,
lines all wrong,
hands heavy,
feet borrowed.

I lit a cigarette,
watched the smoke curl
into the kind of shapes
I wish I could slip into.

— The End —