Ivory Tower Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Ivory Tower
A Goddess rests with her harp.
The distance music and I hear her strumming.
Yet I am for a long way and stagnant.
I feel the time is walking and somebody is waving.
Days, Months and Years passed.
Hero is old, broken heart and hard of hearing.
But still she is strumming and never gets old.
What a beautiful poem of love and longing. The music is haunting, the nostalgia, genuine. This one certainly has my applause. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/24/2024 4:18:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I believe he will meet his Goddess when he departs this world. then the can play music together