The silent friend, though far away,
To hear his voice, in winds that sway.
The winds that talk, with pens and thoughts,
To share in words a friend in luck.
A silent friend in refuge sought,
That summer still, dismay and cuffed;
With words he helped for death she longed,
But winds whispered his comfort song.
Oh silent friend she still can hear,
Those winds that brought his presence near;
She had sunk low; her fears were real
Oh silent friend, he sensed her tears.
© A.M. Torres
Excerpt from the book “Turmoil”
About the Author
Ana M. Torres also known as A.M. Torres is the author of the book Turmoil, and a few other publications. She was born in New York City, and is the third youngest of seven children. She grew up in Brooklyn, but currently…
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