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The Birds and ....
The Birds and....
My heart, is torn.
For, I feel it's pain.
And, such is the hurt.
I may never, love...... again.
Too look, but not, to ......touch.
While beauty's scent assails my
Senses.
Life sometimes sows,
Wanton seeds, that only feeds.... loves lust.
To leave.
A hunger, that.... consumes.....
Too much!
So as such,...I'll only sit, and maybe look.
For ....Now....
I'll stick to the beauty of flowers,
And their
Bees.
Giajl © Jim Love
