… as on a summer day

she laughs, as on a summer day –
a sun dress and a winning way –
a happy couple gone astray –
a moment pure, and brief —

she lives, as though she’s with me still –
whose voice my hungry ears could fill
instead of echo, as it will,
within the wells
of grief

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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