The Sunset's Low... Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The Sunset's Low...



The sunset's low, my lady - he saith
it's the autumnal glow, my lady - my faith
forlornly do I whisper unto thee, love
do not listen to their forged tongue
listen to my dreams in your song unsung

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