Loud Whispers

Time has swept
over the heart that once wept
There is more to rejoice
Whispers a inner voice

Some shades of grey
over the hair I wear
Dream a colorful spray
For a youth to appear

Whispers turning to Shrill sounds
A heart that now flies to newer bounds
For some bliss to appear
When darker nights disappear.

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