
The following is a poem that I wrote after awaking in the middle of the night. I don't know what it means and it has no specific meaning for me. But, I am sharing this poetry anyway because perhaps it means something to someone out there.
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A whisper faintly heard
Through miles of forests and land
Calling for just a simple
Touch of a longing hand
Blowing through the breeze
A voice that's louder still
Yet does anyone even hear
One; staring from the windowsill
Whispering back faintly
Behind window pane and trees
Yet the whisper carries
Floating amid the breeze