Whispers Are Falling
Of the mountains that I’ve not seen
Vapid voices are calling
Standing still in the Valleys green
Where whispers are falling
Of my heart that has not been touched
Love in its circuitous crawling
My idle hands that have not clutched
Where whispers are falling
Of the eyes that will never see
Forging lachrymal tears appalling
Amidst landscapes of mortality
Where whispers are falling
Of the gods, we never hear
The soul of man stalling
Pensive prayers that disappear
Where whispers are falling
Of dichotomized dreams that vanish
The minds of malign mauling
In the hypocrisy of a baneful banish
Where whispers are falling.
...an atheist point of view...
...or fake news!...
Nov.25.2018
The Atheist
Sponsored by:
Anthony Slausen
N/A for contest
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