Amidst the dwindling string of hope,
I strum the merry notes of heart
Sweet and pleasant, like a singing lark.
My lips weave an exquisite poem,
While enforcing ideas from the depth of my mind and soul.
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 9:08 AM UTC
Amidst the dwindling string of hope,
I strum the merry notes of heart
Sweet and pleasant, like a singing lark.
My lips weave an exquisite poem,
While enforcing ideas from the depth of my mind and soul.
Request permission to use this poem