Whispered Conversations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whispered Conversations



Forsaken pictures and images being left alone on doorsteps to future relapses of loneliness.
Taking sorrowful pieces of life and gluing them into etchings of beauty.
Signaling brain cells to picture thoughts in alignment with selective decisions, adding comments as they arise in whispered conversations, and held quietly in intelligent minds.

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