Poem - 08 November 2018, 10:17

The Voice.

She sang a dirge.
From her voice her soul did emerge.
My eyes did tear.
Saddening words i did hear.
She looked at me.
Into my soul i knew she could see.
She sang a dirge.
And from my soul badness she did purge.

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