In the silence of a whisper. Under bated breath. Hiding in the undergrowth. On golden autumn days. Muttering sentiments in virtual silence. In the night-time where dreams are rich. In a penance for pennies. Where we all whisper in static print. Written across pages in midst of secret chat. Eventual whispers. A main event. Maybe result of expectation. All it needs a simple message. Almost a mental massage. Relieves the daily stress! By ladylivvi1