Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Whisper 2.0


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Combing through the rubbles of my hoary house,
I came across some whispers;
In the corner near the inglenook I can hear the wild flowers,
The dankness could be tear drops from my childhood,
The fights and hollers breaking the silence of the wood;
Mother whispering!
The New Year cakes and all those modest food.

I can feel the waft passing through the once stout door,
Whispering a ditty from some bygone shore;
Whispering sunshine, today and before!
Whispers all around I long for more!

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