WHEN GRACES FALL UPON MY MUSING INK By Amazu Donaldmario Ifeanyi

When graces fall upon my musing ink
Of songs, of notes or of diverse poesy,
I laugh, what grace befalls undainted ink?
Which upliftment awaits in tint'd feigncy?

For countless time i walked through these
dried trails,
And countless time the leaves in mocking
swings,
The wind like none whisp'ring symphonic
hails,
At my defects and stings by rhythmed
strings.

These have i felt and these my songing lines
To sit and gaze upon the waning moon
The coldness betiding my wearying lines
So have i felt my days undefined tune.

When graces fall upon my musing thought.
By heavens shall my lines ever besought.

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