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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