SILENT WHISPERS by Garnet Howse

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Name: Garnet Howse

PenName: Garnet Howse

Genre: Poems/ Shortstory

Profession: Accountant/ Auditor

Location: Blantyre, Malawi

Years of writing : 10years

SILENT WHISPERS

Holy Castle

How warm and sweet

How warm and deep

As you light up your candle

at the middle of your room.

As you light up your walls

And hide under their shadows,

you watch as they speak silence

like flowers speak of love

As you peek at their feet,

chest and faces.

Silence, a deep silence,

As the echoes of love whisper.

@GarnetHowse

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