Echoes of the defter lute
From far away
Recall
(As through
a telescope
Reversed)
That home
As land
Can often find
a place as soon
in mind
As hearths.
Just ever so
does music think
Each closer memory
Sung as time
And hands can hold
Whilst country lies
As far from love as
Freedom does.
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Dear friend Andrew Thanks for this symbolic poem. Real art has to do with Freedom (of the soul) and Love. I touch this truth in a different way with my 'Meditating on Olympia'. I give 10 points. Bravo! ! Joseph Josephides