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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The morning was clear, Just a morning running, running to nowhere, Listening to the silence, listening to the whisper, whispering to me. Keep running, keep thinking. The road is clean. Listen to the music, Watching everything. Keep running, I did. Keep thinking I was. Enjoying the views, such nice ones. Somebody ask me, somebody tells me, and I just answer. The wind blows, and the morning is cold. I keep running and I heard a whisper right in my ears. Strange that was. Strange that sounded. I couldn't think about it. Keep running I was, and again the whisper blew to my ears Thoughts and thoughts came across my mind, but I keep running, the music is wonderful. The breeze was touching my face. Suddenly, the whisper makes me stop. I breath, I think...and I know. You are gone. The one I've never met, the one I've been dreaming with. I said to the wind, but the wind wasn't blowing anymore. Then, I sat down thinking .Oh ... It's you, the love of my life, the one I have never had the chance to talk to. Yes, you gave me the last whisper, the last breath of your life for me to listen. How could I know? but I knew without knowing, that was your breathing. Then, I said to the ones I know, but they never believed my story, and they keep thinking I am crazy. Crazziness is to be right? Then, I am crazy about my thoghts. Crazy for you.. And the whisper keeps blowing into my ear. Blowing and blowing Whispering and whispering.
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