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I can hear her humming 

Posted by Joy Nibbs on
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In the quiet of the night, I can hear her humming 

A sweet lullaby 

I know that tonight her heart is full

The moon hangs high 

And small whispers of a hopeful tomorrow lingers in the air

I can still remember your words

Fresh hatred riding on your breath

As you let your spite fall to the ground

On broken clay pots and shards of glass

The memory blooms in me like a flower in spring

Published by Joy Nibbs

I love food, psychology, neuroscience, writing, and community. I have two poetry collections; "Ramblings" and "Lilacs at Dawn". Tea Drinker | Spice Maker | Writer of Poems and Psychology Things

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