Whispers in the Wind Posted by 2garrabrants 2 Small bird, why do you try to sing when the air is so full of those cawing crows? ~ The song must be sung! Like flowers bloom on coal tips though none ever smell them there. Share this:Tweet Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on TumblrLike Loading...
This concept is wonderful… and this together poem is breathtaking! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for the feedback!
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