Whisper
Whisper to me when i'm cold and tired
And I have fallen foul of life
Smile for me when I have all but given up
Please talk to me past and present
of something you have yet taste
And let me pause to wonder as evening
Casts his breath
Then if per chance our paths do finally cross
Let it be in spring
In perhaps a distant place where we
Have never been before
Copyright © Brittany Mcminn | Year Posted 2011
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