The cry and the whisper, by Leila Samarrai

– We heard the scream!
– But you did not hear the whisper.


Author: Leila Samarrai

I am a person of Himalayan seclusion, I am Atalanta in vestments of Helen of Troy, for me there is no term (aphorism there is, maybe). Cosmopolitan is too modest word for one who wanders across epochs without the help of the time machine. Some people consider me weird, because usually this is so when they do not understand something or someone that do not represent their existence. I love cats, an animals in general, I like challenges, I am persistent, I am combative (sometimes I can exaggerate in that - in all) If I were stylistic figure my mortal name would be Hyperbole. Read me. Know me. Conquer me :)

3 thoughts on “The cry and the whisper, by Leila Samarrai”

    1. I didn’t say it was humble 🙂 Perhaps it is terrifying, or is simply the flow of terror between the noise… I prefer to leave it to the reader’s imagination what all that “whisper” can be 🙂

      1. Indeed,best poems are those leaving to the reader a margin to create his own thoughts and sense of sensitiveness.

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