Shh! Somebody might hear, I’ll apply cupped hand to thy ear
How many sweet nothing’s spoke by love’s lips?
How many last breaths on Angel’s wing tips?
How many wishes…secrets are heard?
How many coarse tongues mouthing soft words?
The bellowing, the milquetoast…an ill maligned lisper
How much life’s spoken by…shh!...Whisper
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