As I came across the yellowed card
Unfolding lost fond memories
Life pages of long ago
Yearning for those I miss
The lines written there
Slowly became
Soft whispers
My eyes,
Blurred.
Simpatico effort in complete adherence to every requirement of a literary nonet..I learned something new, here, compliments of you, as I always thought that the Nonet was exclusively a musical composition that consisted of a requirement of nine, (I believe) woodwind instruments...Did not know about the poetic form...So, thank you, Cyn...Excellent Work! ~FjR~
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A beautiful piece to which I can relate having had many losses myself. Very touching.