Whispers in the wind

Laying back on the bench, once vibrant dreams are now tattered with despair, there is nothing in the world lonelier than losing hope. Whispering, her confessions were given to the air around her, as her voice slowly fading, only the wind listened to her cries.

A.J. Luna

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