WHISPERS
Whispers
from imperceptible voices
brings the soft breeze.
In this time
people
talk in a low voice
looking suspiciously
anyone walking
across, because they are afraid of him.
Silence burdens their souls
when they meet
companions.
Lights dim,
they lower their heads
and they walk away
silent, in a hurry.
Giannis Papageorgiou, Greece
Poem from the book - poetry collection «My Unknown Brother»
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