the whispering and whispering
it fills my thoughts
makes me tremble.
images come and go
drive their game with me.
The murmur of the Runes ...
wrapped my time.
me cry
"Get ready
for a walk very far!"
Runes whisper to me:
"You know us for so long
we know you used
with the old
tree sign."
The murmur of the Runes ...
it is increasingly
The undertow, he is always harder.
pull and tug at me
"Give to which I advise you!"
Whence comes this voice?
Wait, now I hear it even more ...
She whispers to me continuously ...
"When you give in to the whispers,
decide that you!"
Then suddenly all is quiet ....
I know for what I want?
(c) Faraday
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