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Whispers

By Erin C.

As I sit on the beach
the wind blows so lightly.
The whispers of the lost souls
only come nightly.

They talk among one another
I wonder what they say.
No matter what I do
the whispers go away.

Then I hear a voice
whispering along,
say she wants to dance,
then I hear a song.

"Oh young girl,
young pretty girl.
Please do not raise your voice
to far above the noise."

I start to turn, to walk away
but hear the voice again.
Please don’t go, can you stay?
I never went home again.

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5/10/2008 12:03:00 PM
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