What lies beneath the hush sound.
The words winding through the air,
Almost as in a bit of despair.
Where lies can be found,

You whisper those words so true.
I can't tell a soul what you tell me,
The sound of your breath sets me free.
Sending the secret in the sky so blue,

The world knows the secret now.
Yet the whisper still remains mine,
The secret that was once thine.
Belonging to me,
the secret once said,
whispered whistfully.

09/18/2008

Posted on 09/19/2008
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