love the voice
love those songs
siren songs mist words
whispering past time melodies
ghost songs echoes from spent times
when singers songwriters wrote hearts
composed sang songs etching into our lives
rippling with mysteries emotions of our times
had real words to tug pull at our hearts
to enjoy sometimes to contemplate realities
of life's lessons meanings in life mysteries
love songs tear jerkers strummed our heart strings
music sowed melodies into our souls our foot steps
summer days were ripe with radios swithed into our souls
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem