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On The Wind...

My words are but whispers
Sent upon the wind
Pointless and empty
Until they reach him

Some are spoken so softly
Released by a sigh
Others are shaken
By tears that I cry

Yet each one is sincere
A message from the heart
Always hopeful, ever true
Right from the start

My words are but whispers
Sent upon the wind
Pointless and empty
Until they reach him

~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-5-06






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On The Wind...