there is no respite even when
the voices begin to fade,
for unsettling whispers
then replace the brutally
honest conversations,
and the incessant noise
in the head woefully remains,
oh, what a shame!
©Aaysid
“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
Roald Dahl, The BFG
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Oh those lingering echoes. LOVE this, Aaysid. 💕👏👏👏💕
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you for your support, Grace.😊
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Always a pleasure.💕
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Thanks for sharing this.
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Thank you for your support. 😊
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I funkgobble. Is that alright?……..
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Haha. Sounds good too. 😁
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The mind is relentless. Gorgeous write, Aaysid. ☺️
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Thank you so much, Jeff. You are too kind.😊
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Between the two of us, Mr. Dahl is getting some attention today! 😁 I enjoyed your poem, Aaysid. Those voices! 🤫
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A lovely coincidence, indeed. 😁😁 Thank you, dear Michele. 😊
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😁✨😁
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oh the noise and hassle of the mind well penned Aaysid! 💖
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Thank you, Cindy. I am glad that you liked it.😊
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Welcome always! 💖
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What a beauty this was to read! Wonderful💕
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Thank you so much, Jan.😊
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Yes, the constant murmurs. Have gotten used to them now. Nice one, Aaysid! 🙂
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That’s the right spirit. Thank you, Terveen.😊
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Good poem Aaysid! I also like the title very much!
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Thank you so much, Dominic.
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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