Whisper 2018/05/13 by mkhana A sliver of a whisper, dark ghost of a tale floated into being, directed at a broken cage to weigh down, perhaps, or to tarnish the glow of a new heart beating… Deja vu of a whisper, ancient but familiar… poised on a stage, an unknowing audience, an unsieved unit, to draw out a sparkle of sadness, perhaps, to start a fire of doubt on this sliver of a naked, empty whisper. 7.29.2011 Share this via: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading... Related