The wind goes by,
Then gone in a blink of the eye,
Whispers hung in the air,
As a Whistler sings its share.
Little girls hushed,
Speaking in small voices unheard,
Secrets of the whispers revealed,
Wounds of old finally healed,
Just as how it had begun,
In a mystery come undone.
Even though it's still a whisper,
Yet it's intentions are clear,
Each one is sincere,
Bringing delight to those who discover.
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