November15@I Have No More.....
As
Once,
it healed all my ills.
Though, of it's tears...... it was said
That they, did, burn.
But not of me.
Until .....much later.
And whilst golden in the sun, they glowed .
Like.... majik
I'd trade, all my words, encore..
for just that one.
True, one ......a love..... and,
an emotion.
To, love, again
With, or ......without
Her
....... Feathers!
Giajl © Jim Love