haunted whispersA Poem by annaa soul of a haunting cry
A whisper
A haunting tone And a small weep of help Of Demon's shadows. A dead body that lays silent and never seem to scatter in fright. Behind the crisp, white, cold, curtain. The ghost haunts and weeps to let go of the heavy chains that cover this haunting whispers. Let it be in the past of a haunting wispers of a sold silent death © 2013 anna |
StatsAuthorannaTXAboutHello there, I welcome you to my profile. Let me tell you about my self. I am Anna,born on July 21st and 16. Poetry and any other writing is one of my passions I love to do, i also do some photography.. more..Writing
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