Echoes In Print….

Alone with yellowed pages

Remnants left behind

I try to piece the story there

I try to read your mind..

Brittle now and time worn

Words blur in ancient ink

I puzzle through what made you tick

As back in time I sink..

Your voice so carefully written

Though meant for different ears

Has echoed through the ages

Well past your living years…

Copyright © Murrsma 2015

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