Thursday, 28 May 2015


Hark those silent whispers talking,

Within their gentle sighing,

Upon their breath of dying,

In yearning wishes of the soul,

Within being the living whole,

Deep in quiet night-time dreams,

In confession’s untold schemes,

Upon breath of wafting breezes,

In winter as it sleeps & freezes,

Soundless footsteps on final stairs,

Upon tongues of deep felt prayers,

Hark those silent whispers talking.

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