Whispers of the wind
By Aikaida
Entry Date 9 October 2006

Gently I left my hand
To catch a leaf
That floated away in the
Wind

I hear them;
They are calling my name
Wanting me to share with

Them their fate;
'But not yet, I say
I'm not ready'

Their voices beckon to me
And I listen
A smile upon my lips

And repeat the same words
But my reply went
To deaf ears.

And I just walk away
Out of the land of Death,
Out of the graveyard.

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