Monday, April 18, 2016


he whispers
his wisdom
in sardonic tones

she murmurs
her insights
over the phone

he brightens
his bearings
to strangers and friends

she looks
for darkness
in the coming wind

mere sketches
of a symphony
surrounded by books

all weaved
in a reverie
of respect and sly looks

inspired by this prompt:

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