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WHISPERED BRIGHTLY A whisper of the early morning sun hangs low in the eastern sky With a yawn, a graceful bow and a softened sigh Having only recently been welcomed in by the night When as if on cue the doves begin to coo in the light As daily I am denied due delight Years ago I lost happiness amidst a garden of dying daisies and wilting green Nowhere was its shadow seen A garden of the grievous grown When laughter vanished and took with it a smile I no longer own For joy is just a memory faded by the force of fate And when laughter left it left wide open the garden gate To allow, of course, easier access for frustration, temptation and hate Happiness didn’t even say goodbye While I remain deafened to the whisper of a sun hanging low in the eastern sky And only a few sacred doves and I know why © 2012…copyright..PHREEPOETREE ….free cee!