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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 17, 2011

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