Nothing Stirred Within

July 2017

Nothing Stirred Within


When, the fires left, the eyes.

And the heart, no longer, smoulders.

When, there's no passion, left.

And the song, has left your soul.

Do you cease, to chase, the melody ?

Do you fail, to seek, the moon ......

and stars.

All alone, and weary, the light has gone.

Blooms have paled and fell, mondain.

And grey, now is the colour, of .....all.

A door, has now been opened.

Knowing all the while 

Time waits for no man

And death, now stalks...... 



sleeping halls.

Giajl © Jim Love 





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