DaddyA Poem by Chris Shaw(music can move mountains)
o mio babbino caro
let the sound of soulful singing wash over me pure and cleansing in its fall … pouring like a mountain spring cascading its crystal from craggy heights caught in soft sunlight at the rise of each new day whenever i hear that song sadness touches my throat … the scent of distant pine trees lingers stealing my slow breathing you may have gone forever yet you are never that far away © 2026 Chris ShawReviews
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18 Reviews Added on May 7, 2026 Last Updated on May 7, 2026 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more.. |

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