The following is a poem that I wrote after awaking in the middle of the night. Perhaps it means something to someone out there. --- 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 *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
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