Whisper
I used to hear,
In times of stress,
Your voice in my
Ear, loud and true,
Crystal clear.
Now, all I hear,
Is a whisper.
Whisper
I used to hear,
In times of stress,
Your voice in my
Ear, loud and true,
Crystal clear.
Now, all I hear,
Is a whisper.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Just Think of You This Year | 0 | 12/27/2010 |
Ceasefire | 0 | 09/28/2010 |
Radio | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Superman | 2 | 09/20/2010 |
Scars | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
I Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
I Still Love You | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
Memories | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Light at the End of the Tunnel | 1 | 09/20/2010 |
Game | 3 | 09/20/2010 |
Whisper | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
U+Me | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Too Much Hurt | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Lullaby Baby | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
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