The Aria calls
Mist to clear
Meadows dawn
Lisping fear
Deep and deeper
Touching soul
Memories young
Memories old.
A phantom land
Footsteps to glide
Each rolling wave
Sweet tears cried
An echo high
Upon the clouds
Rising pitch
Each noble sound.
Soundtrack to
The blowing gale
Shining eyes
Lifting veil
A face of tender
Beguilling lips
Moments to fall
In time it slips.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
A fine write N.
most kind, appreciated
This is a blend of the natural and the emotional as they flow together in a memory collage. Very nice. Happy holidays to you
thanks for reading appreciated. have a great xmas
You are most welcome
A fine write N but I'm having a bit of trouble meself - aww, why when I do an aria, do they say (the anonymous 'they') 'That you singing there, or is two cats fighting I hear?!' lol Do they say the same to you?
all the time lol
Awww. lol.
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