Costa Leona Poem #9

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WHISPERS OF ANTON

My gentle whispers were always ignored
When you ran away
My soft breeze followed you
It was hidden at first
However, you felt it
You heard it
I'm glad I didn't stop
Considering that from now on
Until the end
Those whispers won't be ignored

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