Your Love A whisper that barely rippled on the breeze easily missed, but never forgotten once felt, it slid across the shadows, weaving its way silently in the cool kiss of dusk to the sound of evening songbirds. Faint as it was, I heard it deep within my heart like the trickle of a distant stream, and it became part of me. Leaving lasting fingerprints it lingered upon my soul. ~YOUR LOVE~ It lingered upon my soul leaving lasting fingerprints and it became part of me. Like the trickle of a distant stream deep within my heart, faint as it was, I heard it. To the sound of evening songbirds, in the cool kiss of dusk weaving its way silently; it slid across the shadows. easily missed, but never forgotten once felt— A whisper that barely rippled on the breeze. january 2005 ©Janet ReidBackgound provided by:
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