Voice

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leaves rustle in a dance
the wind, their live band
birds, their vocal ensemble
but your voice remains still
not a sound to be heard

leaves rustle on a tome
your words printed out and bound
inked clues guide memories
but your voice still remains -
faded familiar sound

leave, just leave without a word
your thoughts riding on the wind
echo back that distant call
bring to life this one last time
the hearts you left behind





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• Jabrol2001
  Aug 19, 2008
  great poem.
• blamninja1
  Aug 17, 2008
  Stylistic and unique. Nice job.

• Date Added
• Aug 17, 2008 at 6:41 AM
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• Poetry
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