Whispers

They’ve been whispering lately.
As rain drops hit window screens
and birds chirp in trees,
the voices of reason are weaving through dreams.
Under their breath, telling fables and tales.
I thought they were angels.
Then I thought they were thieves.
But they don’t seem to steal, and they aren’t into miracles.
They just whisper the things that we all need to hear.

— leest1 —

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About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR · http://facebook.com/sonstone
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