Susurrus Poem by Spanner Thegob

Through the shadows of time quiet whispers echo,
softly, hauntingly they linger
lost in the murmur of death, and life.
In the stillness of time they find their voice,
a melody of secrets Torn by anguish,
silence screams and Forgotten dreams dance within that silence,
Seeking solace In quiet chatter,
in the calm and subtlety they fade into the silence as whispers
To echo within the shadows of time



Susurrus
a soft murmuring or rustling sound; whisper