D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur

De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today

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Heart Condition

An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”