Listening For Echoes
In my youth,
The prelude to my life,
The nettles of desire
Often stung my fancy.
Now,
Groaning from a heart
Darkened with age
And regret,
I often fancy I can hear
The voices
Of those old lost loves
Drifting back to me
In echoes.
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