A Whisper.

What was spoken
to the flowers
that caused them
to rise
after the rain
and bloom,
echoes
in my chest.

Whatever was said
to the fading sun
that made it paint
a sky of ruby
and gold
has been wrapped
around me.

Whatever the call
that brought
the ocean’s waves
to caress the shore,
was whispered
in my ear.

What was spoken
to the snow
that caused it
to float
as it fell,
has been
breathed into me.

Whatever the longing
spoken
to the flames
of the fire
that made them
reach upward
in celebration
as they burned,
lives inside my heart.

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