quiet as a soft wind skirting across still waters
interupted by the vibrancy of a fluttering heart pulsating
tender collections of memories floating in thoughts
leap up and catch them with the net of hope
echos that sound like secrets being whispered
bounce off the walls and cause a ringing in your ear
the ringing is my thoughts ........through these words they
will haunt you
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