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- Listening…
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- To dreams I’ve lost and those I wish I’d had,
To the heart murmuring in a steady rhythm,
To rustles of desire, but calmer now,
To thoughts of love awakening and fading with the years,
To sounds of passions spent, now living on in memory.
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- These sounds are heard,
But faintly now.
Like castles in the sand washed away by the tide,
They leave their imprint on the spirit
Where they will live forever, even unto dust.
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- Listening… to the silence.
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