Records Poem by Autumn Baccellia
Records
I search and I search
for the voice that keeps calling.
A life that once lived
that has such a story.
'Records'
Is where I'll find her glory.
Unknown to many
perhaps by fear.
Yet she is yearning
as I am learning.
Hidden away
in a dark, musty room,
covered in webs
is where she is kept.
'Records'
Will tell me why
and release her mystery of the divine.
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