. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .
John Daniel Thieme, paulinskill hours and other poems
confession, fleeting, futility, ignoring, impermanence, love, meaningless, uselessness, whispering, whispers, wind, words