The whispering on the breeze is near
So gentle it's hard to hear
But it never goes away
It has so much more to say
Hold on and listen still
Concentrate on the words you may feel
Even when there are blasting sounds
They are still there to be found
Perhaps it is those who have passed on
Trying to say what in life was wrong
As echoes heard on the breeze
Trying hard now to be believed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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