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Jun 2014
I sit silent in the graveyard,
The wind gently flows through the trees,
I hear the silent whisper.
Silent whisper it touches my cheek like a lovers kiss.
My soul is ever searching ever seeking out, that which is lost.
A silent whisper can mean many things, to many people.
A gift left there forever branded on my skin.
I savor each moment each silent whisper,
Draw them in taste them, embrace the essence.
Silent whispers turn into radiant song,
A lost soul finds where it belongs.

Written 11th June 2014
Written by
Kelly O'hara  Scarborough
(Scarborough)   
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     Timothy, ---, Poetic T and ---
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