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an interesting poetic form I found in Robin Skelton's book 'The Shapes of our Singing' was
the Burmese 'Than Bauk' form with its unusual rhyming scheme. Can you spot it? Too easy

I heard your song ,

sung among sighs

and longed for you

I saw your face

smiling, graceful

no trace of guile

and it was you

with words truly

said, who will know?

Then we were one

all doubts gone, with

no-one between

But passion dies

and soft sighs fade

when lies invade

Poems can burn

that I learn when

you turn away.

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by

Frank Bryce