nightfall whispers hushed
but, trees whoosh amongst themselves
dubious secrets
dawns grievances weighed
nature teases in between
shush clings to our lips
yesterdays mindsets
seduced sense into silence
life balance disturbed
-Eugenia
featured image – Pixabay
“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things that aren’t meant for me.” unknown
Oh I love this. Nature’s whispers.
Thank you, VJ! 😊
Welcome!
I love how this poem flows gently like a stream of water.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Sadje! 😊
You’re welcome
so well done with your words and flow Eugenia! 💖
Thank you so much, Cindy! 😊