The Sound- Ah, when the news came whispering my way/ It had no intention of leaving; I had to let it stay./ It was not good, nor was it eternally altering,/ It was the sound of the whisper utterly
humbling./ The sound changed the breeze during that second/ Of that minute, of that hour, of that day,/ Succeeding in that week of that month of May./ I had to let it stay; I had felt the sound of beckon.
By: Vlora B. Neziri
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