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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Whispers

While in repose,
still and silent,
it is not nothing
that I hear.
 
Subtle whispers
echo softly
from within.
 
Come to me,
rest in me.
I am that peace
you long for.
 
Abide in me,
I am that love
you seek.

(2013)

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