Whisper
I used to hear,
In times of stress,
Your voice in my
Ear, loud and true,
Crystal clear.
Now, all I hear,
Is a whisper.
Whisper
I used to hear,
In times of stress,
Your voice in my
Ear, loud and true,
Crystal clear.
Now, all I hear,
Is a whisper.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Just Think of You This Year | 0 | 12/27/2010 |
Ceasefire | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
Radio | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Superman | 2 | 09/20/2010 |
Scars | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
I Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
I Still Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
Memories | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Light at the End of the Tunnel | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
Game | 3 | 09/20/2010 |
Whisper | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
U+Me | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Too Much Hurt | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Lullaby Baby | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
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