Expectations

Whisper to me, in the twilight willows.’
Call to me, on your darkest of nights.’
Surrender to me, give up the fight.’

We would all succeed at love
much easier,
If we’d learn we’re not all 
the same. 

Some speak,
Others listen. 

Perhaps that’s the key. 

BIATA

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