A Whisper Poem by Allen gill

A Whisper



I hear your voice low and slow in my ear as I weild my bow
ready for the blow thinking of our tranquile love and remember your soleum touch holding you in my arms whispering our secrets running through the fields of korn running past the wheat barrels roll i hear now as a whisper so low and slow your sprirt whispers to me.

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Hans Jean 03 June 2008

good poem very amazing but u should practice in your structuring

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