Midnight Whisper
In the mid of mid night
I whispered
and she was born
in imagination torn
she was an image
in a cage
that I freed along
floating in the mirror
she emerged out
around me she walked about
and she had grown
to adulthood
that was equisite
still she is a whisper
but one that is heard
not alone
but in love songs
that sway out in
veritable herds.
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