Poetry by Greg: Whispers on the Wind

Greg Palmer

Whispers on the Wind

I hear whispers,

Maybe just the wind,

Whistling through the trees.

I close my eyes, to concentrate, to listen…

Have you ever done the same?

What if the whispers have travelled from afar… seeking me out… wanting me to hear, to understand… it could be truly important!

Although,

Now that I think about it,

The whispers may not be for me…

…best not risk it…

Let’s just stay quiet, and listen… just in case…

After all… if it’s just a breeze, it’s still wonderful…

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