Empyrean Songs
I always spawn
Numerous of kind
Cold ethereal born
Forgotten empyrean songs
Of glory and bliss
But they always hiss
When measures are sought
They seem to dart
Like sonorous of morn
Reflections that bring
Silvery treasured kiss
Where remembrance longs
For the old forgotten songs
Which are always spawned
At the advent of the dawn.
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Poem © 2001 Durlabh Singh, all rights reserved
