The White Ship (8) Poem by David McLansky

The White Ship (8)

Rating: 5.0


(8) Music Therapy


I crouch and hold your limpid hand
And play for you your favorite Streisand;
Her soaring voice, her perfect tone
Awakens neither sigh nor moan.

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Gajanan Mishra 08 March 2013

soaring voice, perfect tone. thanks. good one.

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