Echoes of Silence
Our olive-loving season
Sprung from mountain glory,
And I with such witchcraft,
Falter in the rugged spots.
Grace clings to us all,
Borrowing shared brilliance.
I am awake too long.
This song was never sung.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015
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