Haunting Melody

Where is the man that is haunting
Like a melody?  For each song,
Each strain, for each word unsaid;
Will he be standing before me,
With a stature and grace and be
Someone that my soul already knows?

by Suzanne Bronson on Wednesday, August 05, 2009

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