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Nothing Stirred Within
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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......
the
sleeping halls.
Giajl © Jim Love
