Whisper

23 Jun

You speak soft words into the wind in of dreams.

I hear the sweet melodies of the peace it brings.

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The breeze enfolds me, Touches me lightly,

Through flowering meadows, I run freely.

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I come alive once more, 

Nothing can break me.

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Whisper, darling.

Whisper it to me.

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I had to sit down and think a little for this one.
What do you think? I would love to know.

Much love,
V.

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