Whispers
whispers
sweet gentle being
tread soft as eider down
upon this weary heart.
search quietly
for nests of love
between the cracks
of ancient pain.
perhaps, one phoenix flame
exists among the ruins.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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