Inspiration: Sometimes at three o’clock in the morning sleep leaves and internal processing keeps it from coming back. On one of those sleepless nights these words streamed through my mind:

The voices in the night, the voices on the wind…

If you have ever had one of those nights, this one might speak to you, too.

Play poem below.


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