Nocturne Poem by Meng Lim Dr

Nocturne



The night is silent and solemn, alone
at a loss for words am I
someone's playing Chopin's Nocturne
it brings tears to my very eye-

every note drifts in the chilly air
past memories return to remind-
all the dreams of youth then and there
have fled- 'tis true: love is so unkind!

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