December
Monday 19 November 2007 photo 5/5
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The wind spoke to me, I listened and heard. Whispering voices That called my name. Do you remember? They asked me. Remember love? I had no answer. I knew no mother, Loved no father. I had only myself, All alone. Have you cared? The voices murmured. Cared for someone? I laughed softly. What I have not receive, I cannot learn to give. Feelings were only weaknesses That life has taught me to abhor. Am I still human? I asked the wind in turn. A monstrosity? I had to know. The wind blew itself out, The voices died, Leaving only the silence That was my reply.
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