The Whispering

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The leaves
Shivered
At yawning days
Cold breath
And whispered
As they shook
The rose
Tight budded
Over came her fear
Stretched a petal
And whispered
As she uncurled
The light
Sensitive to its own
Illumination, took time
To adjust to its brightness
And whispered
While it waited
And I stirring
Among tousled sheets
Try to embrace
Misty scraps
Whisperings of
Disappearing dreams
The whispering
Still comes to me
Its echo is within me
Is it me calling you?
Perhaps itโ€™s you calling me

A Love which has no name

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