Whispering Impact

Calm King Crimson On a sweet slow saunter Sibling whistles to his self Hound sniffs and wolves whistle Leaps and bounds Across the cool green ground Ambiance is here Lying all around Lingering there before we met her here Eagerly waiting to be found Take her to bed Or let her lead the way Tonight there's no debating She's already had her say What's greater, The living or the unlovable? The unmoveable or those who can't stay? Who's to say we're not all equal? Who's to say that they're great? In the shadow of a leaning tree Older than all of those I know It says nothing but I speak for it As a wood splinter in a forest In this case My whispering impact is up for debate

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