Waxing Words, whisper within wind swept wheat, golden in the sun What can be heard, is snatched only 'When can ...' .... 'Will we want to....' ... 'Tomorrow works well' Would if I could hear more, but its caught in the competing sounds of music, birds, wind, combine harvesters Will we wonder why we don't meet Will we wish we had Will we want to talk without restraint Will we be transparent, without withholding ? When....why not .... the waning of the moon witheld wonder
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