POEM: Read Me
Read me,
When the lines between us fade,
When memory thin as morning light
And voices cool as shade
Carry promise of distant thunder,
When all that remains is the cicada song,
Unabashed and unable to fathom summer’s end.
When the lines between us fade,
When memory thin as morning light
And voices cool as shade
Carry promise of distant thunder,
When all that remains is the cicada song,
Unabashed and unable to fathom summer’s end.
posted by M C Biegner at 8:33 AM
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