A mortal wound on my soul
A tuneless melody I dole
Sans mirth and a bowl
Of tears I have. Sol
Sings and smiles, viol
And harp playing in tow
With the wind that blow;
But in my heart is a hole
Where all joy and laughter go
And never return from the gaol
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Beautiful..
thanks ma’am
This composition’s quite like any other I’ve seen you do. Your musical side came to bare and the rhythmic flow of words from line to line’s commendable. A melody’s supposed to be merry and joyful but in this case, its ‘mirthless’. Typical, what else is new?! *yawns*. Woulda actually have been mightily surprised if it was anything but blue.*laughing*
Dr Gloom, you’re just so unbelievable! May that ‘hole’ in thy heart find true healing and be merry, just as it deserves to be. Carry on, writing Doc! Kudos!
*is quite UNLIKE any other* Big Oops, my badt! Lolz
lol…thanks ma’am