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Echo’s Just Don’t Lie

don't try this at home ..

The big house empty
now echoes
like a foundry with
its molten
pools of golden light
and
individual discarded
memories
each now falling
but slowly Β 
upwards in cascades ..
And yes,
despite the absence
of any lilies
in the garden and us
being on
the cusp of yet another
summer ..
This is indeed how
love feels
when on the verge
of its being broken ..
Yes love
do come listen to these
echoes calling ..
they have a secret for you darling ..

Β 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

awesome dimensional poem Neville!Β  I hear the reverberations!.................Jim

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Neville

That's kinda just what me n the sidekick here my pen both wanted to hear .. cheers JimΒ 

And all the very best of All Good Things, to you n yours this Easter Monday :)

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Tony Taylor

I agree with JIM......this definitely reverberates through the foundry and its chambers....and finally into the hearts and minds of the reader!!.....ALL STARS!!.....brilliant write brother!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xoΒ  : )

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Neville

Then thanks again Jim & you too of course Tony T .. N :)

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Neville

Thank you so very much my friend, that is indeed most kind of you .. N :)

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Marion

A truly haunting and stunning work x

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Neville

That'll do nicely Marion, very nicely indeed .. thank you x

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