Whispers In the Wind
I used to hear it everyday,
A hundred times in many ways,
Falling on the deafest ears,
Calling on the ones that hear...
Thru the trees and blades of grass,
In the strongest breeze that lasts,
Parting every ocean sea,
Until it finds a soul for me...
As I turn my other cheek,
Towards the wind as it gets weak,
Just to hear the slightest sound,
Of someone special it has found...
That's listening to hear the same,
Christening of someone's name,
Traveling within the tide,
Unraveling once its inside...
I used to hear it everyday,
A hundred times in many ways,
But now I feel a love that's blew,
In whispers in the wind from you...
Terry
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