The Heart That Daily Dies Poem by Nyx C Styx

The Heart That Daily Dies



As not to disturb the wind through which she passes
I steal what I can from her view
Whereby we sit beneath bended grasses
Oft did I wonder if she knew

Beneath those all too knowledgeable eyes
Who oft preferred the sight of stars to me
Whose glance could summon the heart that daily dies
Did they know it dies for she

Thursday, October 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,melancholy
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