Historic Poem by Michael White

Historic



In youth, those days belong
To memories of ancient songs-
And thru the web of mist recall
The faces faint of some, not all-
And like the statues grand and old,
They will, as treasures hold,
Abide as do the stories told-

Friday, March 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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