A Lone Whistle

she came to visit me

in my state of decay,

shaking the dust off me,

the last curtain lazy

in this vacant loft

in this empty house.

she sneaked in, soft

and sunny, how’s

a-lone you, asked she,

the whistling wind-banshee.


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4 Responses to A Lone Whistle

  1. Oh my.
    That last line is just beautiful.
    Ahhhhhhh, every time I read the last two lines I just have to inhale to take it all in.

  2. Neetika says:

    Quite nice 🙂

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