Friday Fiction. http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/11-october-2013/
Ghosts of ancient days linger, harkening to words long ago spoken. Poets and philosophers shaped the world then and delivered truths in Epidaurian splendour, extolling creation’s wonders. Restorative treatment for unsupported hearts that questioned our same beginnings. Spirits weep silent tears, unheard by those whose hearts are cold to musings.
With healing touch, new words are formed and man’s ailments find an echo in undiminished souls from theatrical beginnings.
A hush descends and even spectres bow to the new. One voice begins and lyrics swell poetically. No dissonant chords to haunt. Phantoms silenced by poetry, personified in the singer.
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