Untitled short poem, January 31, 2022

Through all of this world’s noise, its augurs and its clamor and all of its iniquitous, ugly voices, your memory is ever a gentle refrain in my heart. Photo credit: Takkk, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons