Put up my lute!
What of — my Music!
Since the sole ear I cared to charm —
Passive — as Granite — laps My Music —
Sobbing — will suit — as well as psalm!
Would but the “Memnon” of the Desert —
Teach me the strain
That vanquished Him —
When He — surrendered to the Sunrise —
Maybe — that — would awaken — them!
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I mourn the loss of a friend. I wish I had the power to bring her back.
This poem showed a lot of heart and is really nice to listen to or just read for fun!ps im single and 14!
Tis Very Nice I in joyed it very much