STRING
esspeecee…09.01.01.
We’re together,
Parted like torn string
Of harp
In the gamut of
Euphony of love.
Your quivering lips
Like torn strings
Subtly murmuring
Before my melting ear.
I asked your lips
Why quiver?
You’re but a
Silence of tears.
Better let it be
The sorrow of
Incubated grieve
Shudder of ache.
If I meet again
In stealthy rue
Will your 'lip-harp'
Yell sharp
Instead of your
Melodious soprano?
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Vast, veritable romantic poem with toppings of melancholy Ten++
‘…Yell sharp Instead of your Melodious soprano? ’ Splendid lines! Seeking subconsciously the soprano. Ten for soprano. PO PO
Melancholic bent but poet hopes to hear soprano. Like king Nero. Well poets are like that. Was Nero a poet? Ten++ WR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just say I agree with Alex…its my comment too... Thanks for such a write..