My voice is
echoing
through the breeze
Just listen - you might
hear it
hear it.
hear me
Stare hard enough and
you'll see me
climbing trees
and crossing seas.
My voice is being lost
in the breeze
I'll use a microphone
I'll ring a bell
hear me. hear me.
I have something to tell
you close your ears
when I open my mouth.
like a dandelion seed
my words
floating south
lost
in the
breeze
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