Monday, April 4, 2016

The Plea of Syrinx Comments

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The mist lay on the river as I roamed the water's edge,
And a little wind of twilight murmured ghostly in the sedge-
A wayward wind of evening shook the reeds to melody,
And a voice came echoing softly down the long dead years to me.
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Teresa Hooley
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