First whispers in the morning meaning nothing,
Give no candle flame warmth, unless they are of your
Lips,
Just so these words crawl meaningless through the
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'they will sing for you the way flowers Do silently in the germinating wind' This is beautiful, well, I offer my apologies to McGonagall, I cannot attend to that cheery moralistic old Scotchman with such beautiful verses around; you wrote a beautiful poem for your loved one and I shall enlarge my moral debt to society even more by reading beautiful words instead of flogging myself with McGonagallisms for dereliction of duty! Great writing talent and sensitively written, Kind regards, Margaret Alice.
delicately exquisite.. is all i can say....