Hear HereA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse
Why do I sing such a memory?
You᾽re gone now, I᾽ve sung you away. Recalling a song or humming a tune seems not to be enough. No, I have to sing, to holler, to bellow and then that recollection will depart; such noise will take its place and singe so many ears. And then they will cringe. (4 Oct 2023) © 2023 Andrew John |
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