Growing Vines

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Whisper in a willing ear

Like a blood thirsty mosquito sweet talking

Tell a sensitive soul everything it ever wanted to hear

Listen to us now joking and sharing the gift of conversation

Believing in happiness planted with words

That sprouted into floating hope

It hangs in the air

Clings to shelves like vine plants sprawling in a old house

And to think it all started with a whisper


Love always, Esha ❤

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