I can hear the beating heart <br />of the dove my windows still. <br />Your whispers barely do I hear <br />move the leafs upon the tree. <br />Sand to eye to small most see <br />avalanche hits ant his feet I hear. <br />Breath when last it was you breathed <br />hand cups my head and burns my soul.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-so-quite/
