Echoes Of The Past. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Echoes Of The Past.

In the ruins of the old irish monastery the sound of prayers resonate through the ancient stones with echoes of the past. Sometimes you can hear them in the twilight of evening.
Michael Cochrane © 2024

Sunday, January 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: old,sometimes
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