The Wild Things

By A Quiet HeartSeptember 13, 2020September 13, 2020

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You may hear them, the wild things

that beckon in whispers on the breeze,

calling out to you

In a language whose secrets

are lullabies hidden

within gentle sunsets

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Sundaram Chauhan says:

September 13, 2020 at 7:23 pm

This is so beautiful. Exquisite expression given to something so abstract. 👏👏👏

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