There is an ancient tune,
as old as the wandering moon.
It floats on gentle breeze,
of a woman weeping.
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Like the Weeping willow.... a weeping song! Let me lie awake one night to hear the doleful song of this invisible desolate woman who could never sing a lullaby! You have succeeded in creating an air of mystery in the whole poem! Enjoyed.....!
No ancient tune as well as old wandering moon. Wonderful composition with suitable wording. This is definitely a marvellous poem shared in this forum. Nice sharing in this forum.