When Your whispers careless , me chant...

And she sitting quiet
Talked
To the wind
Blowing
Symphony
As the coolness
Upon her lips
Planted kiss
Of the sky, so blue
True
Like a springy autumn
Coming ...
Calming...
Her whispery tune
Played in her tongue
She unto her
As if by Her
Breezy layer
Laid cool psalms...

And
Seeing the two
She blessing her-
She in her
Becoming
True
The Most,
The Awakened,
The Born Again,
me sings,
me cries,
me weeps...
'Vos careless whispers
Je chante...'

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