Whispers tiptoe in the windOf fortunes yet to comeTempting lost and adrift soulsWith their enchanting humPromises of richesTrick and fool each absent mindBewitched, they follow closelyNot knowing they are blindHushed murmurs slither in the breezeAnd lure them to their deathTheir charming tune grows silentAs they snatch your final breath. -M, Courage. Copyright 2020.
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Words to Soothe Our Souls 