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Promises
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Promises

You whispered softly,
beguilingly
into my ear.
Such silent music,
such promises.

Today I know.
And why you would
not speak
in normal,
unhushed tones.
It simply was
because
they would have heard.

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Comments (3)

Three short, succint poems today. I enjoyed them all, but this one was my favorite of the trio.
You old fox, the oldest trick in the book, give them a promise and have them whisper it so there is no witness, brilliant i will put that in my book try it at a later date Warm regards allan
Amazing. Short and excellent with the message clear. A lovely piece. Thanks H.