Silent Whispers

Silent Whispers short poem

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The silent whispers by the stone grave
The mobled creatures the darkness crave
The fallen beauties layed down in brave
The tear drops the midnight wave

The lonely pathway the sand pave
The horror chuckles the sound gave
The gloomy eyes from the cracked cave
The silent whispers, the stone grave

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Anderson Okwuole is a Nigerian, a Bsc holder in Soil/Crop science from Federal University of Technology owerri Nigeria, a writer, a poet and a real estate personnel, lives in Nigeria
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