Voices call out
From dreams in the night
Figures out of reach
Faces out of sight
Mist from a memory
Beyond the shadows fall
Things I can remember?
But somehow can’t recall
They slip through my fingers
Just Like the summer rain
And although you’re not with me
Still you will remain
- Author: willyweed ( Offline)
- Published: March 21st, 2018 17:19
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 30
- Users favorite of this poem: kevin browne
Comments4
Another little beauty Willy
Thanks Michael
beautiful.
Thank You Emmat23
Beautiful write ww.
Thank you for your comment G >>>ww
Thanks WILLY ~ "Memories are made of this" Nice background to your Header ~ please check mine ~ Yours BRIAN
Thanks B... I will...ww
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