Like Whispers on the wind,
The voice reaches far.
It can give a person the seed
Of an Idea, a memory.
The mouth forms words
And the throat speaks it out.
Yet, some voices you tend to ignore.
The voices that you say
Don't belong.
The people that are invisable
And quiet.
It doesn't mean they don't
Have a voice.
It just means that you
Need to listen carefully
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