From A Whisper
The call cries for us
Like the push of wind against sand,
We wonder of its power
We crave for the whisper,
Its romantic invitation to stillness
It calls for gypsies and alchemists,
For all humans to lend a hand
In the painting of the mural,
For the craft of our finger
To be gentle gifts of tomorrow
Which we leave for its citizens.
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