Walking on a desolate path
threading through wreckage around
whispering loves sweet song
calling for its wings
Whispers lost in the thrashing winds
never broken through, never heard
my heart falling fast
giving up hope
Then i see it there
a light shining in this lasting gloom
whispering so tenderly
My heart begins to soar
Because Love Listened.
Author notes
Title given to me by PureRomance 
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what ya think?
Comments
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Beautiful
Yes the art of listening and truly hearing what others say and what you say to them I feel is almost a lost art for their is so much violence and divorce today humanity has lost their way
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I love it. I knew you would do a marvelous job with this. Keep up the excellent work. God bless you always in everything you do and write.
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