INDELIBLE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

You left
A photograph
Upon my soul
Like faded paper
As I now
Grow old.

An indelible touch
An artists brush
In fading 
Daylight
A gentle
Touch.

An angels breath
A calming voice
A tapestry in
Embroided choice
Childrens laughter
Footsteps at play
Giggles in
A cloudless day.

When sunset falls
Darkness replaces light
I sometimes hear
That calming voice
You left
A photograph
Upon my soul
As I grow old.

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