She whispers her thankful prayers
Into the wind.
Praying those around
Had been found unhearing.
She wills her words to sweep carefully away—
Amidst the northern winds.
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Author:
Ana Bella (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I came up with the name a couple weeks before the lines really popped into my head and I hope it fits well.
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Comments1
One does not always wish to be heard especially in gratitude. Well written
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