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Dust And The Whisper

We had distance between us. I was only dust, and you were a whisper. You could dance off the brightest days, While I hid myself in the Shadows.

In a distance, you sang all notes, The notes that made me shiver my bones. I had to admire from a distance, For I was a dust, and you were a whisper.

You shone like a glitter on the rocks. With every other whisper that joined in, You made a hymn that even Christ cherished. That brought smiling tears on eternal frowns.

One of the smiles you glimpsed upon, Was a dust that rested upon blissful heat, And like a whisper, you floated to me, But you and I are like dust and the whisper.

Not even Lord could plan, The mercy in your mind. To have been bless, with such a smile. A smile to disrespect misery.

I am a dust, I appear to disgust, And your melody, O’ your melody, You can mould and balm, the swollen sorrow. You are a whisper, of songs of heaven.

Your brows are of golden mountains, Your misty breath, is an ode of lust, I am a dust, with helpless eyes. Not sure, if nightmare or paradise.

You’re the whisper of a born river, A whisper of love, and whisper of fear, No words can surpass, no words off a dust, To match your symphonized love notes.

Whisper O’ whisper, you’re a song from near, You stole my frown and gave me a prayer, You are my first, and the last love, I am a dust, but I must not fear.

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