Whisper in the Wind

I told my story to the sky
Late one night
As the wind howled
And the rain fell fast
I screamed until my lungs got sore
I yelled until I couldn’t anymore
Poor unfortunate life
Too unfortunate a soul am I
To understand my voice is just a whisper in the wind

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2 thoughts on “Whisper in the Wind

  1. Surely you must have meant : “but how fortunate a soul I am…
    …for understanding that my voice…
    … Is just a whisper in the wind !”

    Hi, I am Florian’s friend Mark.
    What a nice blog this is. Thank you .
    Best wishes .
    M

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