Whispers in the darkA Poem by A Bohemian Woman
He spoke to me,
when the sun shone bright. Yet I heard nothing, not a sound. He spoke again, in the veil of the moonlit sky. Breathlessly, voice sweet and light, A whisper loud as shout. Ask - what else they know, the creatures of the night? © 2020 A Bohemian Woman |
StatsAuthorA Bohemian WomanBohemia, Czech RepublicAboutThere's a room in a hotel in New York City, that shares our fate and deserves our pity. I don't want to remember it all, the promises I made if you just hold on. (Twin Skeleton's - FOB) I love .. more..Writing
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