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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