There’s no need to raise your voice here. You don’t have to convince anybody of anything, and you don’t have to attract anyone’s attention
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I hear you,
whisper
in the long grass
and in, the reeds
along, the banks.
I hear you,
whisper
in the leaves, of the
trees
and (in) the beards of those
who ride long,
and hard.
I hear you,
whisper
in the (endless) night,
when the stars,
fall,
and (yes)
I hear you, whisper
when you, are
gone.
whisper
This week, my poetry prompt is only a whisper
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