Echoes of verse,
The writings riding
Down aboard a funeral hearse,
Throngs of a legion with throes of their spirit
Are in their sad and right mind, remembering
The echoes of their dead comrade's verse.
Version sweet were such words.....
"Feel my secret, for I will kiss you
When you hear so close."
Echoes of verse,
Echoes of verse,
So much more immaculate
Time to rehearse even though dead
And the spirit has to disperse.
Echoes of verse,
Echoes of verse,
Portend & portion the verbal potion for
The remaining ear to hear the silent flower
Or the loud flapping of moth wings.
Echoes of verse,
Echoes of verse,
Version sweet were such words.....
"Feel my secret, for I will kiss you
When you hear so close."
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Rockin',
Chuck
Sandie