Often heard the winds a chime

Often heard the winds a chime,

when, wilst, and whiles along.

Where fortune proved, willows sang

with wistful swayed simile.

In dreams awoke, I sprang and took

the words from mouths unspoken.

That stirred a murmur which foretold

when chains around a heart unfold.

Whispers long for answers heed

but lay stranded in time's froze stead.

The End

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