Poems Sweet Sorrow Posted on December 11, 2020 by m. palimpsest Reading time less than 1 minute Photo by Griffin Wooldridge As the full moon beams, The nightingale rise in song, My heart is empty. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
