Whistle in the Wind

Sometimes I wonder what I might hear.
The wind in my hair,
a drop falling down my cheek
like a freshly cried tear.
It’s just not real, not clear.
But in the meantime, it really appears.
It’s there, like a whisper in my ear.
Just like a teardrop from a cloud
which will appear
like a whistle in the wind
and that whisper in my ear…

De Gans


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