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Lifeline

My Whisper

The breeze.

Photograph by Author.

You can hardly hear me.
My whisper is the breeze.
The sound is indistinguishable.
A door without the keys.

I’m hardly apparent
Indiscernible as a veil
As soft as sheer satin
A ghost ship under sail.

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