Singing for the Soul, Singing for

January 2016

Singing for the Soul, Singing for 


The sleeping ....single-és.

Prepare, the ......toast.

I'm about, to song... 

once, more.

Haunting, mournful, lullabies !

Of, lost loves, sung death.

Sweet words, in a foreign, tongue.

That fills the night, echoing,..... in trees.

Trashing, empty corridors, within.

The mind.

To leave a golden trail.

Forgive me, my trespass .

Lest those, tress pas agonist, fail !

Like rats.......lest I forget.

Give me


My daily bread.

Giajl © Jim Love 

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