Many an Evening…

Many an evening spent adrift
Into forgotten past.
Many an evening flies so swift,
And yet, is meant to last.

Many a word yet unspoken
Echoes through hills and plains.
Many a word given, broken
– A shadow still remains.

Many a hand long sought and held
Pours through outstretched fingers.
Many a hand let go unfelt,
And yet the charm lingers.

Many a story, damp and cold,
Still retains some thunder.
Many a story lived and told
Never ceases to wonder.


– September 2016


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