I stare into a photograph from yesterday
And go into that place
Where memories live again
And hearts now broken were
Woven then
With confidence sure
As lovely braids of grace.
I stare into a photograph once colored, now gray.
I stare into a photograph from yesterday
And go into that place
Where memories live again
And hearts now broken were
Woven then
With confidence sure
As lovely braids of grace.
I stare into a photograph once colored, now gray.
I stare into a photograph from yesterday
And go into that place
Where memories live again
And hearts now broken were
Woven then
With confidence sure
As lovely braids of grace.
I stare into a photograph once colored, now gray.
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor