Whispers on the Wind
The wind carries old voices,
Soft echoes from the past,
If you listen closely,
Their wisdom holds fast.
A hush in the branches,
A sigh through the leaves,
Secrets of ages
Drift on the breeze.
Footsteps forgotten,
Yet whispers remain,
Tales of lost lovers,
Of sorrow and pain.
The wind knows the stories
Of all who have been,
It hums them so gently,
Like ghosts in between.
So open your heart,
Let the whispers come through,
The voices of yesterday
Still speak to you.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
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