When Soft Of Voice I Die Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

When Soft Of Voice I Die

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When soft of voice i die
in wood you lay, he stays.

To play harps cord of grief
each note you play, i knew.

Bright 'Golden' ring,
you found around, i left.
One is held untill in love,
we meet in life again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Myrtle Thomas 18 December 2009

Lovely and so touching! very well penned.Thank you so much for sharing

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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