Trying to sleep but missing
the piece of the puzzle
that fits the curve that
begins at the groove of my
neck and dips again at
the small of my back yet
fits so perfectly all the way
down to the bend of my
knees and completes at
the tips of my toes…
Where Words Whisper
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
Where Words Whisper 