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Her Voice In The Wind - Inspired By Liberata (Libby) Marinilli
I walked down ST. Mary’s Street,
The cobble stone run was wet with the gleam of street light glow,
Massive Bare Oaks with spotted cloves of brown garnished its sides all the way,
Giving it a spooky visual show.
Can you hear as I have… as the wind whistles down the narrow thoroughfare?
If you’re still… so quiet,
You just may,
Her voice Whispers in the air.
Some say it is an illusion of the mind,
Just your mind playing a trick,
It’s not a voice that you hear…
But the wind against the wood or brick.
Yet when I listened carefully to the ...