The Conversation
Whispered words
Floating on a breeze
Darting past cars
Soaring through trees
Words of passion
Words of hate
Words of dreams
Words too late
A conversation spoken
Never meant to be heard
A conversation spoken
With all the wrong words
The sounds have been cast
The ears have received
In the twilight of the night
The conversation reached me
Copyright © Adam Piper | Year Posted 2006
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