eavesdropping on my own heart
wishing I could understand the whispers—
rustle of golden leaves
October 20, 2016 by Rosemerry
eavesdropping on my own heart
wishing I could understand the whispers—
rustle of golden leaves
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged heart, poem, poetry, uncertainty | 1 Comment
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The whispers of the heart sound interesting. Usually the heart makes loud proclamations.