1.
I will remember. A rhyme yet to come.
All is rhythm. Horn and drum.
It was autumn. I will remember.
2.
A rhyme yet to come. Glance her mirror.
All is beauty. Glimpse and glimmer.
It was November. A rhyme yet to come.
3.
All is rhythm. Six bells chime.
All is hum. Her hymn in waltz time.
It was evensong. All is rhythm.
1.
Horn and drum. The town crier.
All is harmonic. Field and fire.
It was the Beaver moon. Horn and drum.
2.
It was autumn. The spaces between.
All is calm. Tea lights and leaves.
It was a low sun. It was autumn.
3.
I will remember. A rhyme yet to come.
All is rhythm. Horn and drum.
It was autumn. I will remember.
A dance to the music of time…x
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The repetition works so well our yearning to hold onto to the memories time inevitably erases.
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Very clever.
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love the beauty and repeat Nick!! ❣️
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This is just… great. An excellent piece, Nick
❤
David
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Thanks David!
Very much appreciated!
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