Walk with me tender one,
let`s listen for the whisper of leaves…
You`ll ask about my singing heart,
throbbing with muted chords.
I`ll trace for you in the lucid sand,
I`ll map my dips and troughs.
Hold me now fragile one,
let’s steady the tremors a while.
I`ll look to you with honest eyes
and measure the shape of your pain.
I`ll keep you still in the silence of now
as we listen for the whisper of leaves.
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