Like the wind, I travel everywhere.
I keep people's news.
I am the wind of news.
A narrative that flows.
Neither lies nor truths.
I am the gossip.
And I will remain one.
I destroy others.
And I sometimes repair issues.
But I'm not fair.
I'm like a tool.
They use me everywhere.
Those who talk too much want me.
Almost everyone knows me.
Because I'm like the wind.
I blow everywhere.
I have waves.
I blow in all directions.
I am the gossip.
Please let me know if you have not used me.
Haven't you gossiped?
Have you not mentioned someone in their absence?
If you did,
You were using me.
The gossip.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
I create poetry, short stories, books, and articles based on my crazy thoughts and wild ideas.
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Do you like gossip?