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Falling Whispers by Beth Anne Vanderlaan
from Legacy 2004-2005
Falling Whispers
by Beth Anne Vanderlaan
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Stand outside
listen to the falling whispers
of wind and ice dance
together as they tail
gracefully down
Catch them bound
in my hair, in your
hair, eyelashes, and
lips.
From the cold on your
fingertips holding
mine to the warmth
of your look in my eyes.
As we stand in
the fall of dreams
and crystallized tears
becoming precious
innocence
- there is One
who is in these white
brushes of purity in our
hair, eyelashes, lips
That is permeating our
fingers intertwined in
this February' snowfall
surrounding
us in the dreams we'd forgotten
how to dream
