The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

I promised you stories (poem)


I promised you stories—
visions of golden light,
right out the gate—
can you see them,
glinting in the bright sun,
or hear their whispers
on the flowing breeze
streaming over your ears
and into your heart—
listen! I say, just listen
a little while to the sound of my heart
whispering into your own


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