Soft whispers dance
As though ears hear
Or understand
A place
They tempt the earth
Clearing the heart. . .
To remind of life
And cheers
No empty dance on the floor
Or childless playground
Could exist
Inside these whispers.

Writing to free the soul and mind.
Soft whispers dance
As though ears hear
Or understand
A place
They tempt the earth
Clearing the heart. . .
To remind of life
And cheers
No empty dance on the floor
Or childless playground
Could exist
Inside these whispers.
Writing to free the soul and mind.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Author River Dixon
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