Songs of My Heart
My songs
Of heart nigh late,
Late on the eve of life,
Ah what harvest of late season,
What joy!
Broadway’s
Rodgers nor Hart,
Rod Stuart’s nor Sting’s shape
Of heart, but my eve’s songs, and sweet
No less.
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Cinquain |08.05.2023|
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2023
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