Speak

Speak your fears,
hopes, dreams, agonies,
to only those worthy to hear
and if there is no one,
rise with the dawn,
where snow glistens from
icy branches,
paints the earth with
fresh, clean white,
and listen to the gentle
whisper of your voice
without the noise of life.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018

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Photo: Pixabay

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