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WHISPERS IN THE STORM
by Joel Sattler

I walked along
the edge of night
and as I walked
the clouds rolled by
and in the wind
I heard words form
like hidden whispers
in the storm

I tried to understand the sounds
in memory that I had found
but all my lies went underground
I couldn't reach them so far down

but still I listened in the morn
to hear the whispers in the storm
secret whispers in the storm
that hurt me like a rosy thorn

somewhere safe a fire burns
in a hearth so safe and warm
somewhere pages are unturned
the past is not a thing to scorn
somewhere there's a love to learn
a love that still can be reborn
so I listen to the rain
to hear the whispers in the storm

whispers
in the storm
whispers
in the storm
whispers....

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