EchoesA Poem by Alfred KukitzDaVinciEchoes Far removed In the tree top of memory Lives a man, genius, Echoing beyond the grave Leonardo, Leonardo, We hear you clear What beauty you gave What a man can do left to his own design Do I hear this echo in my own vestibule Can a small man echo like you Upon his own admission he likens himself to fool. So many lines, many ideas, lived in a dwelling of wonder, Drawings, manifestation, Art of the ages living in the breath of man Eyes witnessing conundrum of beauty falling on echoes of lesser men's toils. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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