Ma Joie est Perdue et

September 2017

Ma Joie est Perdue et



There's a guitar lying dusty, in the corner of my room.

One, I'd once hoped, I'd hear you play.

For your life became my song.

Though no words were ever sang.

Melodic was your voice, sweet words did you say.

For I heard it all, in my heart.

And summer, melted, autumns..... chill.

While innocence took flight

And all my life's colours followed you, on the wind.

And a grey man was left behind.

A hollow shell

That once walked beside you

On the sands

If I had one wish

I'd just wish

For before


....It stole away my joy.


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