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A little angel who sings beneath an old bachelor's little sick heart

Thank you my dear little angel
Sing little louder please
As my hearing is little weak
Like the fragile little heart.
I remember once
I too sang my sad song
With my little companion viola,
Low pitch in solitary parks.
But angels were not seen
Those days.
Yes, my lost youth full of songs
But nobody knows
And only the withered flowers
Just smiled with a teardrop
In their innocent eyes
But I was little scared of unnecessary taboos
And left behind!

* I humbly dedicate this poem to my silent poet friend Dave Tanguay who resides in Florida!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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