Others, Poetry

City Of Songs

A plethora of waves

wafted forth with the gale

along with aria it took

who caressed those in view

A filler for the pith

an allay for the soul

let loose a sanity untold

of reveries and gold

Come forth

apple of descant

aglow midst the monotone

Come forth thee

of ardour and jigs

A city of arietta

of whom

will chime my soul

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