Silver Sighs

Silver Sighs

A Poem by Vigil Dreamer

Ever wondered what happens to your sighs?


Silver Sighs


With every sigh I breathe, it adds to a silver cloud,

And when I’ve ceased my sighing, this cloud will rise without sound,

And seeing beautiful things, will clean my soul with fresh rain,

Then appeased disperse and show the sun, to dry me off again.

© 2010 Vigil Dreamer

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Added on January 15, 2010
Last Updated on January 15, 2010