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Apr 2019
Through the trees;

the wind whispers many names.

Funny thing..... ..

I've never once;

heard your name.

Even through a throated bird's morning serenade;

I have yet,
to hear your name.

Whisper it... ..

to me.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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