Music Poem by Gaurav Mittal
Music
Oh Music - first love of my -
Wonder where would be I,
Without the comfort of thy
Sacred notes - low and high,
And those in between that lie.
Of joy you make me cry;
Joy that none could ever buy.
Without you I would die,
Oh Music - sweet love of my.
This is really good, Guarav. Thank you for sharing. Keep up the amazing work. I look forward to reading more of your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:57:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very much in classical style, like the great Composers - thanks.