Walls that whisper
Not in nights only
Not in frozen hoar
Of wintry nights
But eve in the spring
And in the day
When living feet be
Fully away.
You whisper
You whisper
I do not understand
All that you say
Albeit
A Poet-Seer.
With me
You make exception
Let me stay
I glean
Your yearning to be
Made in verse
Your whispering
Is yet too far away
From my understanding
Whispering
Whispering walls.
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