We are but a whisper
Drifting here and there
Upon this life being carried
If we listen we just might care
For there are words unspoken
That carry on the breeze
Of hopes and every dream
That no one else can see
And as the days are passing
And words are now long gone
Knowing we should have listened
As we hum a forgotten song
Stoic Poetry
Beautiful. š
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