Atthis Loves Another Poem by Chris Zachariou

Atthis Loves Another



Parnassus was the prize.
She breezed, I struggled.

Soon I will be so very old
and now Atthis loves another.

'Go to her, ' I said and still I hoped;
but she stays silent.

Atthis Loves Another
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