My Diaita Nēdes

My Diaita Nēdes

 

I've woken up..,

And it's already time, for bed.

My life, is passing me by.

And, I feel a hunger.

Though they say.

Its music, that feeds, the soul.

It's not for me.

I'm starved .....for love.

And I miss, that simple touch.

Of

 

A loving woman.

 

Giajl © Jim Love 


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