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Poetry Index
Softly
Softly
my words a whispered hymn
an uncertain faith
that their strength will harden
in the frigid air outside my mouth
and gild the edges of
our laughter
sting with the sharp smell of
Christmas trees
and lengthen the pages of our memories to
resonate
softly
vibrant in the ears of our children
who we can only hope will listen
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