Did my whisper find your ear?

The view from my studio, a window which looks out to the old rose bush, out the garden gate and across the way where I sight the lake, and then I see it!, the train station. I hear the train coming. I cannot get there in time but I know that sound travels farther across water so I throw open the old window and look to the lake, where I whisper the words,

"I am here".

I hear the train leaving and I know my words have boarded and are making their way to a stranger.

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Lonely flower in her hand

The shy girl picked a yellow flower and put it in her hair. She went to the man with kind eyes and he smiled at her but she looked down for she was afraid her eyes would show her deep longing for him.

The next day she picked two yellow flowers, one was for him and today she was going to give him her eyes, but he was not there.

Every day for weeks, she picked two flowers and still he was not there and so she returned home with two flowers. Then one day there were no yellow flowers left on that old bush, so she didn't go to that place on that day and not ever again...

That was the day the man returned...and in those kind eyes was his longing for her.

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