Whisper


Tender as the first soil,

                                           a fragility unmatched,

rebuilding through breaks.

Try to grasp,

                               try to hold on

to no more than a whisper.

The path unfolds,

                                                       a chaos of weaved tendrils

fraying at the edges.

Try to grasp,

                                 try to hold on

to no more than a whisper.

Quaking like the newly born,

                                                  building fear, anticipation

rolling. coiling through time.

Try to grasp,

                             try to hold on

to no more than a whisper.

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