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You will be loved no matter what happened in your past, it is an edict from destiny.

Submitted:Dec 1, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The wind whispers my name
Softly reaching its arms to touch my face
I lift my eyes and stare at the sky
Sighing softly, as I let myself cry

My heart has been unwoven
Leaving behind broken strands
That flutter in the soothing wind
It calls for me to leave my past behind

It whispers my name
Calling my gently
Annihilating my past
Leading my on to a future
That will last

Calling me home
Whispering Love


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