This is the world which is changed
All my dreams have no names
The tarry words are bonny enough
That i am becoming poet of the melancholic strain
O listen! For the vail profound
Which is overflowing with the sound
No one knows what i sing,
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old , unhappy , far-off things
And battles long ago
It's not only the humble lay
It's something for the remained way.
I am a scowl, but you are raging
I would apace for trampling
I will prevail for wrath of yours
I would be wail for sore of yours
YOU ARE READING
The TARRY words
RomanceAn epic teenage love A complicated yet so beautiful love story in the form of poetry . Tarrywords is about the untold stories of the "school romance" and how things turn differently all around It unfolds the vast secrets of happenings of a typical...
