The Voice - Poem by Bonics Bachinela
A voice calls softly,
With the wind's gust.
A minstrel in hush,
Singing alone in melancholy
I heard the message in sadness,
Melodious amidst darkness,
Soft'ns but pierces one's heart
For the song it sings in melancholy.
'Tis the same voice heard before,
The pain's piercing,
My muscle tremors,
For it is with'n sealed doors.
'Tis the last voice heard of
Since companies' lost in time,
with the god's kneeled of
With grandeur yield in chime.
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