One
Voice
You
were
the
princess
of
the
fairy
tale
Who
spoke
in
emeralds
instead
of
words,
Whose
laughter
left
an
exquisite,
bright
trail
Of
sounds
as
winged
and
visible
as
birds.
I
never
knew
until
yours
went
from
me,
That
any
voice
could
love
my
name
so
much,
That
just
to
speak
it
made
it
seem
to
be
A
fragrance
and
a
color
and
a
touch.
My
days
are
gestures
of
bewilderment,
My
nights
are
attitudes
of
listening,
For
fear
you
may
have
whispered
as
you
went,
And
I
shall
lose
the
starlike
echoing.
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