18 January,1923
i heard a call
an echo towards the sun,
come forth my heart
they wounds lay restless,
narrow seeds
upright among distorted rainbows
into darken storms do shroud
the forsaken road
alone and faraway,
a dream in death despair
the value of true love
the wisdom of its feel
has lost its touch
time's eager hands did block....
i'll never know
the kiss of fever pitch
thy cheeks best stole
the song no lyric
ever wore.......
(for Wallace Reid)
poem by Jean Rojas
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