Iron Poet, Round XIII.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

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Your Voice.

[cadhla]

Your voice: a whisper in my ear,
While oak trees grew so tall and green,
And all that I would wish to hear...
Your voice. A whisper in my ear?
The cool cascade of hope and fear,
Of things unknown, of dreams unseen,
Your voice--a whisper in my ear,
While oak trees grew so tall and green.

RE: Your Voice.

[muddlewait]

My breath caught in my throat when I saw this, like I'd suddenly remembered a beautiful dream I'd forgotten.

It's perfect. Thank you.