A silent forest
A foggy city
Green leaves
The rumble of distant thunder
A breezy autumn day
The feel of a flower
A sky thick with stars
A campfire
Closing my eyes in a room full of happy voices
Being outside
Asking why
The wind on my face
Ocean waves
A rainstorm
Imagining I can fly
Laughing so hard I can’t breathe

These whispers get lost between my heart and my hand
I long to describe them, write them, share them
They beg to be heard, to be written
But my pen will not listen
And they remain whispers
Heard only by me

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