Duane Brown

(Rochester, New York)

Song To A Sweet Angel

The strains of woodwinds playing,
Recall to me your voice;
So rich and dulcet melody,
Its left for me, no choice,
but listening to what it tones decree
Were love to know, and bliss and ecstasy
That live there, in your soul.

What is good, dwells in your eyes,

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