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The poet's dead, the song is gone. With dying breath and failing brawn, He whispers a foreboding phrase: "The nights are spent, you waste your days."
  Whisper,Here.A whisper,There.But single whisper,turns life unfair.  
“Walk with me.”Intuitively, two kindred Spirits step upon uncharted terrain.Authentic sharing, naturally unveiled; deep friendship its gift.Music within each other’s heart inspired growth and Love to flourish.
Whispers come in the breeze, Whether by sea or Through the leaves   They always know just What your mind Is trying to hide And they laugh at Your ineptitude With a harsh,
He was dead for three days Died for us on Calvary But when people heard that Jesus rose, There were whispers of hope Whispers of truth The unknown became known
The hidden name behind this faceThe memories that time cannot erase.Things no one wants to know,Are things I whisper, quiet and low.Things that may not seem much-A gentle hand, her soothing touch.
Whisper in my ears “I love you” For it is an act of my ecstasy Those words I live for daily The love we shared eternally   Whisper in my ears “I love you” For it etched a tattoo in my soul
The whispers that she hears as she walks out into the world today
Talkative people and silent movers stalk their sleep without a peep. sinking and rolling, never really knowing if ground is up and if down is round. Reality fades into managing days
People stand behind me Supporting me Cheering me on They're my closest friends In front of me Are my enemies I know they hate me Their faces filled with disgust
  Where do you think the secrets go Those you think alone you know Are they hidden under lock and key Unless you will it, never free Or are the whispers whispering among themselves
across the universe,i fall into the sky.lucy is there,as it rains she cries,"dear prudence,don’t pass me by.”
Silent elfin streams drift through and between small hills covered in dead coastal redwood leaves, soft and plush, my toes slide between little needles and soil made of decomposed forest.  
Words were spoken of hate,   Whispers of love.   And although we both loved   And hated,   Hate got to us.   We thought we’d be hurt by another.  
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