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Lines By Taj Mahomed Post by :cdmpro Category :Poems Author :Laurence Hope Date :July 2011 Read :1132

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Lines By Taj Mahomed

This passion is but an ember
Of a Sun, of a Fire, long set;
I could not live and remember,
And so I love and forget.

You say, and the tone is fretful,
That my mourning days were few,
You call me over forgetful--
My God, if you only knew!

(The end)
Laurence Hope's poem: Lines By Taj Mahomed

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