Whispers Wash My Name

May 28, 2019


from inside my
hearth as someone, bled the clouds
glassy are the sleekest beads
as sun creaks through the Aged trees
they bounce to ground, in liquid folds
as whispers - wash my name
I'm layered somewhere in between

immersed.. in window-rain  

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