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Apr 2010
I have been waiting for answers
From what will not speak
You have been blowing in the wind
While I whisper to the trees

I see that the fire in my eyes
Will never melt the ice in your soul
There will be no more tears on my pillow
As my whispering I let go

You have been blowing in the wind
While I whisper to the trees
As I wait for an answer
From trees that never speak

You will find me blowing in the wind
You can whisper to the trees
I hope they answer you
As they never did me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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