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Sweet messenger I see
Hovering above
Will you only come to me
Whispering of love?
Whispering of fear
Tumult this deadly year
And eyes that finally see
Finally clear?

Sweet messenger I call
To my side
We tilt towards the fall
Whispering of pride
Whispering the end
Wreaths and sorrow send
Words now of a friend
But just pretend

(c) Helen Valentina 2020

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Messenger

  1. beth says:

    messenger without a real message, tell the truth

  2. Whispering the end. If only. Don’t tell me its pretend.

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