A Trail of Flowers
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Voice
As I can hear the ocean sound
in the shell held to my ear, so,
in my mind, I hear your voice.
The joyous notes resound
in memory, though in reality
it's been some time
since I've felt the caress,
the tenderness
of your voice.
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