A Whisper
A Whisper
Something in us leans toward every whisper,
Even when the garden holds enough.
No fruit appears forbidden on its own;
Desire gives ordinary things another voice.
The serpent does not force the willing hand—
It simply asks if more might yet be found.
And somewhere deep within the quiet heart,
Contentment yields to curiosity.
So paradise is lost, not in a moment,
But in the space between a question and a choice.
A Whisper 🐍 🎬
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