One hundred

One hundred whispers

From the melody…

Of my delicate heart,

That bloomed,

In the fragrance

Of a rose…

One hundred whispers,

From my fragile soul,

As I watched the lucid moon dance,

With the rhythm of my words…

In shimmers, in the depths,

Of its silence,

Telling me,

To believe in the secrets,

That lie within wish filled stars,

That light, gently glazed the night…