Hi,
Today I will be sharing with you a poem I’ve been working for a while.
This is the result.
Whispers
Whispers,
like the flutter of a butterfly’s wing,
quiet wisps of nothingness,
words made of air,
the sound barely heard,
soft silence,
tiptoeing at edge of nonexistence,
an illusive shadow,
a secret told to none but the silent night.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!
Now let’s take a look at one of my earlier poems,
“Tears falling, sorrow following, gone is the hope that a million people hoped.” -Kylli Berg
Words of Ink 