Mindful Musings #57

Mindful Musings

The dead talk to you

With haunted whispers.

They permeate your surroundings

And seep into your bones.

The dead grip you

As they try to pull you

Towards their solitude;

Their isolation.

The breeze is a whisper in disguise

Singing softly to you

From your window.

Come. Come. Come.

They beckon.

Will you follow?


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