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Combing through the rubbles of my hoary house, I came across some whispers;
In the corner near the inglenook I can hear the wild flowers,
The dankness could be tear drops from my childhood,
The fights and hollers breaking the silence of the wood;
Mother whispering!
The New Year cakes and all those modest food.
I can feel the waft passing through the once stout door, Whispering a ditty from some bygone shore;
Whispering sunshine, I long for more!
Whispers all around I long for more!
