Wilfred- “The murmur flows”
10 October 877
In whispers soft, the murmur flows,
A secret breeze that no one knows.
It dances 'round and gently hums,
A melody of dreams it strums.
Through shadows dark and moonlit nights,
It weaves its magic, takes to flight.
A whispered tale of love and woe,
In murmurs soft, it ebb and flow.
So listen close, and you may hear,
The murmur's song, both far and near.
A fleeting moment, fragile and light,
In murmurs sweet, it takes its flight.
3/27/2024
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