Grant Moore's roundels, in their gentle sway, Recall the past, then let it fade away. A 'Remembrance' wrought, where memory's art Stirs truth within the deep, unquiet heart. Like unheard melodies, they sweetly gleam, A joy forever, born of waking dream. Explore these verses, where soft beauty lies: https://alleganygalactic.space/poems/000 #AGN #poetry #WesternMD