Jesse
Even when you whisper,
it is written in capitals.
In the wind, through the trees it travels
Mixing with the breath of all that breathes.
The pollution, oxygen and radio waves.
The air that is heard.
The sound picks up all life as it echoes over the world.
Short and quick it is a thud but still a miniscule sound.
Then your heart beats again.
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