I blow one wish to a feather.
The wind picked it up and carried my whisper.
I don't know for how long the air played with it.
Tossing and turning. Thru and fro.
But the wish still escapes my lips
To deaf ears. To my own ears. To yours.
Scrolling the list of names on my phone
Each name associated with their own character
Each memory letting me pause to consider
To strike a conversation by three in the morn
Reach out, poke them out of their dreams
Listen. Listen to the whisper.
To a wish blown to a feather.
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