2 Feb 2009

in the wind, there is a call no one can hear
no one knows of it, it is less than a whisper
some say there are a few that can sense it
and fewer still that understand its purpose
they do not disclose what the meaning is
of so rarified an air, of so secret of secrets
but plain in their eyes, something known

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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