In Titanic's Sinking Poem by james watkin

In Titanic's Sinking



The last breath, Death had beckoned
Off that unbowed stage
Was for cello conducted.
Beauty's final word! If not
Chord-ached, high yearning
Of heart-broke violin shed.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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