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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Stop To Listen

My beautiful beautiful Milla. You could not speak but your laugh, your smile and your sounds were your voice. I miss hearing you every day. So I choose to spend quiet time reflecting on your life and spending time to listen to you in my thoughts...I hear you Milla. I am listening. XxxX

Stop To Listen

Stop to listen Think of nothing except those you love But are no longer here Block out every sound but listen Listen to the memory of them Hear their voices Let them resound in you Echoing their love Life is soaked in sound But the voices we miss the most Are engulfed and washed away Unless we sit still, focus and bring to mind Those most beautiful sounds Catch their words and memories as they float past For the voices of those departed never truly leave But blend to nothing with the winds It is for us to welcome those voices again They are waiting to be heard There are voices waiting If you just Stop to Listen

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