In response to Shelley's, "Music, When Soft Voices Die".
Voices quieted, music no longer heard;
in memories and thoughts, love will endure,
forever, until the end of my words.
Voices quieted, music no longer heard;
Roses die, the scent of sweet flowers blurred.
When you have departed, of this I'm sure,
Voices quieted, music no longer heard;
In memories and thoughts, love will endure.
Copyright © 2008 Sylvia A. Feeley All Rights Reserved
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Friday, December 5, 2008
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