Whisper father,
Faintly upon my ears,
Where lies the beauty
Of forgiveness to my tears
When I myself, cannot forgive me.
~.•.~
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Untold Whispers
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Sinful
Whisper father,
Faintly upon my ears,
Where lies the beauty
Of forgiveness to my tears
When I myself, cannot forgive me.
~.•.~
