Words echoed like a rolling brook
Upon deaf ears of the stranger
He thought he heard his name in the wind
Though he stood in solace under the midnight clouds
Star’s over head laughed in silence
Teasing his senses as the breeze still whispered his name
And his shadow stood still
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teardrop (
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A lovely write, nicely crafted and written, enjoyed the read
A most beautiful poem of the language of nature and our deafness to it. Very nicely composed and written
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