Bronach Poem by David McLansky

Bronach



When sorrow
Overwhelms my soul
Of Irish ancestry
It makes my
Clever tongue extol
The joy
Of loving Nancy;
For although she broke
My naive heart
And walked off
Fancy free;
She awoke
The deepest part
Of who
Is really me.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elaine Sept 25 January 2016

This is so simple, and so sweet... I love it. xo

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Avera Yugen 17 November 2018

Indeed. I agree!

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