Listening to the rain outside my window, not really relevant but I wanted to set the scene, this poem suddenly grew in a matter of moments.
Word To Be Said - 16 Oct 13
Tiny pieces of paper
Each with a word
On them
Scrambled sentences
Gathered in a heap
Shouting at me
To answer them
One word shouts loudest
Knowing it will be heard
I whisper it to you
Love
That one word, usually spoken in a whisper is often the loudest of all.
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