As one may sip a Stranger's Bowl
You gave yourself but not your soul.
I wonder, now that time has passed,
Where you will come to rest at last.
You gave your beauty for an hour,
I held it gently as a flower.
You wished to leave me, told me so, -
I kissed your feet and let you go.
Song Of Khan Zada
Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
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Poem topics: beauty, flower, time, soul, stranger, gently, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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