A Whisper

A whisper, I hear my name.
Seems distant, but not the same.
Close to my ears I hear the call
No echo like it does in a hall.
Again a whisper I hear
I turn around to see it near.
But only the whispering wind
Bares my name from someone
Who is finally across the river plain.

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