I whisper softly in the direction that is yours,
will you listen?
would you be able to hear?
whispers so faint their hardly there,
left to the mute, they speak of the deaf, in whispers,
tell me mute friends,
and listen then follow,
This unseen, and unheard whisper shall within, reside and wallow.
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