
Soft whispers roam high,
Frosty stars twinkling by,
Tomorrow’s hopes in sight,
Warmth in the silent night.
Sorrow fades on the breeze,
Waves of time gently tease,
For new dreams to ignite,
Shadows dance, taking flight.
Within the echoes of time,
Words intertwine, softly rhyme,
A tapestry of what’s to be,
In whispers, we find the key.
Love it! ❤ great poem Missy!
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