When an evening breeze passes by, like a whisper,
In the night watch the stars, they move, a whisper.
The earth spins without a sound, just a whisper,
High in the sky a plane soars by, hear its whisper.
Breathing in the dark, she sleeps, a whisper heard,
Animals in the dark night wander, a quiet whisper.
A beautiful sound, just a whisper down the hall,
An echo through the hills, a whisper so long.
Listen beyond all the noise, just a whisper is fine.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
There is something elusive and beautiful in a whisper. Well done Keith I feel the whisper
beautiful piece
Beautiful poem.
You are quite welcome.
Keith, that was quite lovely!
Thanks always
On Mon, Nov 2, 2015 at 7:03 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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