My Soul Is Bursting (Variation Of Sara Teasdale's 'My Heart Is Heavy') Poem by Ilania Cyaalá

My Soul Is Bursting (Variation Of Sara Teasdale's 'My Heart Is Heavy')



My soul is bursting with many a song
Just as orchards burst with August fruit,
But you cannot savour any –
My music is not my own.

Still, as night falls, at dusk
As moths go to and fro,
In twilight, if fruit drops,
Catch it – nobody will know.

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