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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quiet Thunder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whisper comes<br>so close<br>feather light<br>on my face, <br>warm<br>to my cheek, <br>a low<br>Quiet Thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whispers <br>are where intimacy lives<br>where moments freeze<br>where time is mesmerizing; <br>all faculties<br>peak; <br>alert<br>anticipating another<br>whisper-leaf tone<br>falling<br>to my ear<br>still half asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the content is clear; <br>someone is whispering<br>'I love you'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only the intimacy<br>which comes on<br>whisper wings<br>floats true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I imagine<br>God's first call<br>was <br>a whispering one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Love's first utterings<br>were not loud<br>but soft<br>rustlings<br>from a softly lilting heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sadly too.<br>my moms last words<br>were whispers; <br>her breath<br>wispy<br>tailing off<br>whisper lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most of my real moments-<br>small child hurt<br>or comforted-<br>come in whispered tones<br>or moments said<br>'You'll be alright.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All in all<br>its clear<br>whispers come <br>when the soul speaks<br>which is why I listen<br>to the Quiet Thunder<br>they represent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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so close
feather light
on my face, 
warm
to my cheek, 
a low
Quiet Thunder.

Whispers 
are where intimacy lives
where moments freeze
where time is mesmerizing; 
all faculties
peak; 
alert
anticipating another
whisper-leaf tone
fa..."></div>
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