The Composer Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

The Composer



He was humble,
but in the hearts of many, his music used to rumble,
he sat up whole night,
to make or compose a song,
till it shined bright.
he took pains, sometimes he would compose the beautiful sounds of the rains,
he sacrifised many things, today for his country, happiness and fame
he brings.
he is the composer.

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