Whisper
Hear a Zephyr,
A Whisper.
Nothing lasts through eternity.
Except for a Zephyr,
A Whisper.
Confusingly, they don’t want to see.
Block out the Zephyr,
The Whisper.
Why do they focus on what will no longer be?
Copyright © Miguel Gomez | Year Posted 2024
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