On Music Poem by Edward Langley

On Music



Sorrowful music cleanses the soul;
Storms of teardrops unnumbered
Over sweetness untold;
When the clouds break,
And our tears flow away;
They leave behind the blossoms
Of the meadows of May.

Thursday, September 4, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,music,storms
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