It was the faintest whisper
that brought me to you
One small line amidst countless others
Twisting and tangling together
Intertwining voices
Making such an inaudible mess
There was so much noise
I feared no single line could be discerned
From the cacophony of voices
As I sat there
Waiting silently
I heard a sound rise above the others
It wasn't the loudest
Neither was it the softest
Yet I distinctly remember hearing it
It called to me unlike any of the others
And After a short time I could make the line out
At which point I held fast
For I feared I might lose it among the others
And though holding on to it is comparable
to fighting the strongest ocean current
This whisper seems worth it
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