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Musing 16


Listen to the quiet
as the raindrops
fall upon my heart
lost in the rhythm
of my soul

It is the pulse I hear
when I think of you
when life becomes too much
and I take refuge in the
softness of your soul

Listen to the quiet
and hear my cry
the soundless words
of your name upon my lips

                     I am the quiet... listen to me