foolish talk
Whispering Prate
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Like psithurism,
Embued with the essence of me,
Wading the darkside's rivers whistling a tune,
Wishing and hoping for some
Small twinge of logic
To seep through these long branches.
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Weathered,
Through winter storms
And hot, blistering summer droughts,
And yet,
Just like a willow,
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You have learned the dance,
Even when the dance tried to swallow you.
And I promise this time
I will try harder not to step on toes,
Or barrell down false pride
Without leaving cover or batting down hatches.
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Because I learned that when the wind
Hits the trees,
There is only one sound it can make
To ears that cannot hear,
Ears that refuse to listen,
To the words.
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