Poetry Clips – Echo/Echoes (The Fields Of Yesterday)


Something always calls me back

To this chamber of echoes

Shadows

Passing through

Pictures

Still unpainted

Songs

Never sung

The ache

Of unanswered questions

The whispers

Of forgotten promises

Calling

Across the fields of yesterday

© Ann Bagnall

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