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The Sock Drawer - 6. Whispers
Whispers
Longing leaves love lone and littered,
Hovering about in halves --
Two of them, and sometimes bitter,
But it never stopped our laughs.
Will it, wish for wanton whispers
Like the rustling in a tree
Of a hot wind giving shivers
And a sighing melody;
Rays from up there feed us fire,
Fuel shifting on the ground;
And as steam and smoke rise higher
There is just one lovely sound --
To the rhythm of this lyre
We can hear our pulses pound.
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