worth of words

from the eye of the storm rose no empty words.

No faint whispers,

No shuddering roars…

Like the northern lights gleaming silent

Your whistle invites,

But you fear the worst.

Its no nightmare or dream,

Im palpable flesh.

Words tangible, proof of my beat.

Question yourself but never deny…

What worth are these words,

Lest faith flitters away.

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