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 —



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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