Whispering Room
From the darkness of the gloom
Hear the whispers in the room
Darkness hides the forms of past
And only fading echos last
No shapes to see, No forms to view
No colors bright or of faded hue
Emptiness is all that's there
No matter where you look or stare
Echos faintly from the haze
Remind us of by-gone days
When colors, life and hopes rang true
With nothing hidden from your view
KimB
July 2010
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