Little Whisper

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A little whisper came from the deepest corner of the darkest forest. No one listened to it. Delicious song ringing into all the corners of the little lost town.

A little breeze of the most gentle wind was enough to remind them of their true nature.

Glittery voices clearing up the distorted air. No more suffering for the broken soul.

Dancing without feeling any kind of boundaries, trying to enjoy life to the fullest.

Barefoot faeries spinning around the mountain. Glittering under the sun.

Just a little bit of light to help heal the wounded human spirits.

A little whisper coming from high above, like the most beautiful gift.

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Patricia Pixie❤
Patricia Pixie❤

Written by Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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