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Read Poems by William J. Jr. Atfield

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Sounds that Echo

Sounds that Echo

I have heard the deafening sounds of this raging River.
In her silence, echoes a voice that did make me quiver.

For, the essence of her diatribes at me, did deliver
a message so cruel, so cold, it made my spirit shiver

to think that all I gave, unappreciated was this giver.
From her heart, the depth of her soul, not a sliver

of compassion, of understanding, of acceptance.
She never even gave this silly old fool a chance

at the joys, the pleasures of a slow dance,
nor the intimacies, the passions of romance.

B. J. “A ” 2
May 17th 2017

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2017

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