NaPoWriMo 25 (whisper)

the forest talks.

for a while
she wonders what it
would say.
so she visits,
stays a while.
sets up a tent.

when she wanders the
she hears her footsteps.
they echo so quietly on
soft ground.

(is she really here,
they whisper)

when she plucks berries
from the vine she hears
the tiniest creak.
it reverberates
in her ears.

the forest is
strikingly, startlingly
static thrums through
the air,
carrying whispered stories
with it.

(when she gets back,
the city is so


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