Whispers on the wind.
Listen to the wind blow,
Listen to what it has to say,
The Whispers and stories,
You So far, far away.
Imagination playing games,
Illusions, delusions in my mind,
Wanting what is out of reach,
Wanting, love so blind.
See The ghost of yesterday,
Surrounded by the chill,
Whispers from its soul,
The empty space they fill.
Still listening to the wind blow,
I hear what I want to hear,
Comfort from the whispers,
For a moment you are near.
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