by Amanda Fitch

Created on: August 03, 2009

Does the wind speak so highly of you that when you pray, it's as though your voice travels through the wind to hit me were I am.

To feel you near me thou you are thousands of miles away. I hear your voice in the whispers of the tree's, I hear your prayers

for one so true as me. Do you not trust that our time will come? I will pray back but the wind does not blow your way, you cannot hear my

voice just yet we are not ready. The trees will know when our time is right and my voice will be like an echo.

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