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Whispers of Belonging Nicole Nieradka

The ancient oaks told me of all their leaves, How each individual fell and broke, And how the bright colored daisies believe,

Each and every life is filled with hope. The remind me of each now distant past, How the bright twinkling stars turned evening’s day, The memories of feeling didn’t last, Oh how the weary heart has misbehaved. The clouds of the sky hint at endless space, And the entrancing highlights in the sun, They say your crumpled leaves have been replaced,

Don’t say you have forgotten everyone. But each single dawn whispers belonging, And I know that I have found my calling.

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