A Voice

beano

In life, through it all, there lies
A truth that never dies.
It’s the voice in your name
That calls through the fires
And dances in the smoke from the flame.

Here in this wood, how it rains!
Yet still that call remains.
In the peals its singing clear,
The sigh of a thousand pains
From that voice I’ll never hear.

  • Author: beano (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 16th, 2021 03:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    a wonderfully vivid, poetic depiction
    an intriguing read, thanks for sharing



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