nickels and dimes

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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