Whisper,
You can hear the wind.
The light flows and ebbs
like the tide on the shore,
and it does not wait for time.
It lets the viewer fly
above the everyday normal circumstances.
Lights from the city dim in the darkness.
Watch the Moon come out to play;
watch the clouds part for your heart.
The stars will wink and laugh at your conscience
as the wind twirls your imagination into the sky.
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Submission Name: Whisper
