A Poem
A poems but a whisper
that lingers on the breeze.
A few unspoken words
appear like falling leaves.
A treasure trove of memories
dreams that haunt the mind.
Jumbled words,scrabbled thoughts
borrowed from the passing of time.
Copyright © John Read | Year Posted 2023
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