Echoes
When sounds that linger do decay,
Each cadence softly fades away.
Their echoes hide within my breast,
As words of beauty, now at rest.
To be recalled, one day in time
And rearrange them into rhyme.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2015
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