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Hearing a far, distant whisper
Delicately spoken
Soothing words
Speaking in a special voice
Familiar sounding
Decades ago
Whispering over and over again
Barely audible
Peacefully said
Taking one on a journey
Distant city
Tranquil feeling
Listening for the whisper again
Silence now
Returning when?
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Big Sky Buckeye 
Read this twice with a smile as it took me back to my own memories. Happy Monday!
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Diana, I appreciate you sharing. This poem is a bit different, but I liked how it turned out.
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Is this about your childhood or I am completely off?! lol
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Fine one.
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Like it.
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So resonant reading it as if sitting under the big, night sky of the image. Thank you.
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Thanks Jordan. I appreciate your thoughts; they are well-aligned with the poem.
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You’re most welcome.
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it’s nice to think back on pleasant memories…
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Certainly! Sometimes, those memories help us through a tough moment.
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I appreciate you sharing this poem. Thank you so much.
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