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Hollow Whispers

March 7, 2014
By Ashom BRONZE, Donoughmore, Other
Ashom BRONZE, Donoughmore, Other
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Whispers wreath wearily round the old forgotten hall,
Memories dance upon the stage with no one to enthral.
The theatre chairs are empty, velvet, frayed and torn.
Splintered props, ragged costumes, dirty and forlorn.
The softest breeze creeps in and the drooping curtain stirs.
But no one’s there, nothing’s here,
but lonely, hollow whispers.



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