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Thursday, February 24, 2005

Voices in the Wind

Voices, they called my name again,
can't remember just when it began.
Conversation was spoken so low,
I thought at first, it was winds that blow.
It started when I was alone,
voices had invaded my home.
I try to listen with care,
voices of people, who aren't even there.
I often wonder if they see,
what their voices are doing to me.
Voices on the wind, where it began,
wind wasn't blowing, I heard them again.
I have to wonder, is this just a game?
Could it be, I'm just going insane.
whispering my name again,
voices that came on the wind.

posted by broomhilda at|6:46 PM|

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