Eco

An echo verse. What else?

©Università Reggio Calabria

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The words are lost

Frost

Crisped and dry

Sigh

So many stories

Glories

That could have been told

Unfold

Eternal secrets remain

Arcane

No perfumed rose

Repose

The pendulum swings

Wings

Nel buio tenero, ecco

Eco

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

16 thoughts on “Eco”

    1. You can’t tear your hair so much at the natural death of an eighty-four-year-old man, but you can still regret the stuff he didn’t have the time to pass on. I’m sure there was a mass of original thoughts still growing to maturity in his head.

      Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2016 03:22:43 +0000 To: jane.dougherty@dbmail.com

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