Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The unsaid

the winds
whispered it to the tree tops
And the leaves
Heavey with this secret
dropped to the ground
To gossip to the soil
And make it fertile
And from that
A flower grew
And when it began to bloom
And the wind
Was blowing
In the right direction
From my heart to yours
A whisper is heard
In the rhythm
Of our heart beats
Saying silently
But loud enough
For your heart to hear
I
Love
You

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