Why can't you hear the answers in the wind
as it whips by
as you strain your ears,
listening,
to the whispers and traces,
pregnant and unyielding;
as your mind aches for what it will never know
as your heart aches for what it can only dream.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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HI Drea
I really love this poem. I love words and I really like the way you have woven them together here.......beautiful.
Thanks Tammy, it means a lot since I think I'm quite possibly one of the worst poets on the planet.
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