Magic, When Such Leaves Without a Trace

Magic, When Such Leaves Without A Trace That fall, my friend's older brother died, sun rose all shining that day and sky looked down as he feel to ground and cried he had no chance to say a good-bye from graveyard day until that new Spring he uttered not another word he saw not life nor love in a damn thing and hated singing from the songbirds, that summer, something broke, alive he came walk as if he had found new life he entered again into this world's game love came, he soon found his wife, what of sorrow and its long hard embrace the chills and pains that crack hearts magic, when such leaves without a trace and winds of life and love restarts. Robert J. Lindley, 1976 Subject--Death and Life, mysteries and dance...