I am a faint whisper in the mountain,
just a gentle whistle in the night.
I am a soft splash in a garden fountain,
the sound of a baby bird in flight.
I am a kiss from a stolen youth,
I am the gentle promise of spring.
I am the trickle of untold truth,
the bird who has ceased to sing.
I am a single petal softly swaying,
the dog that's laid down to rest.
I am the first born silently playing,
the mother chick laying on her nest.
I am many a thing in this world today,
each as invisible and silent as the next.
Though each as important I have to say,
but I'm abandoned - alas what do you expect?













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