A Rhyming Wave Poem - a Childhood Memory
Nightingales, a pair, dueting,
A pair, dueting, dueting.
Music, beauty, unrelenting.
Music, true love it stirred.
They sang with passion, true love flared,
Old true love, true love, true love flared.
Touching where only true love dared.
Touching, old tender hearts.
Late childhood, yes, watching mum, dad,
Yes, watching, watching, watching dad.
A secret still, man, I am glad!
A secret, oh, what if?
Nightingales, a pair, dueting,
A secret, oh, what if?
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04/24/18
ANY RHYME FORM - AN EARLY CHILDHOOD MEMORY - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line Gauthier
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