The Whisperer
This day I call forth, the free souls of the bold
A traveler's script with stories to bravely unfold
Share thy wisdom of truths waiting to be told
Weigh thy kindness to measure one's true gold.
I challenge thee, to a fair battle of one's choice
Accept this, my no enemy with the silent voice
Feel the lost weapon standing of the old known joys
But remember not all we seek, are tears to rejoice.
Copyright © Sarah Jabri | Year Posted 2012
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