Whispers

Her whispers come at night

The voice within is zipped shut

Eyes wide like a cat but no curiosity lies within

Instead they old wisdom

Before the sun rises shes at work

When the moon is high she returns

Her whispers come at night and slowly her eyes close

Dreams filled with better days ahead

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