in between the folds where the wind is very low

I hear the faintest sound, it whispers on the go

I try to ascertain what the message is for me

but i’m all scrambled up and cannot hear the plea

when my mind is very dark, i can feel the words so near

it’s then it opens up, bringing nothing but a tear

I want to gather them up and put them on a plane

so they will leave my head, before i go insane

donna marie

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