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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

My Song's Belong To You


the harp each sad long melody
I played for all to see
and then my heart was cut into.

The sea was there for me.

Each foot print on the beach
the sea I long to see
each song I sing is out of reach
that note was lost to me.

Submitted: Sunday, January 05, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 06, 2014
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  • Roseann Shawiak (1/5/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    Absolutely beautiful poem - I love it. Perfect expression of a heart being broken.
    Great imagery. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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