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Whispered Words

{ 05:56 PM, August 11, 2007 } { 0 comments } { Link }

This is my response to both Bob's post this morning and Jo's workshop assignment to write a Huitain - thanks for the inspiration, guys!

His spirit speaks in whispered words,

You’re not alone, you’re not alone.

My soul flies free like flocks of birds,

his breath, the wind, becomes my own.

And, as I soar, my skills I hone,

until I reach that distant shore,

where love is more than flesh and bone,

where whispered words live evermore.

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