THE SONG NOT HEARD

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The thunder never
rolls
No echo
where you live.
Small hands
touching heaven,
Raincatcher.

Icicles
melt.
The steps to
your palace fall silently.
Rhythms
cast in white,
Snowdancer.

Call the wind,
cry out her name.
Her answer blows unheard
a fleeting caress for
this gentle child.
All is hushed,
Wind dreamer.

Though no melody
reaches
you are my song.
I will sing you,
in your silent universe.

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