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All Your Songs ..., 

For me,

have no meaning, any more.

The embodiment of life, love, and death.

Mere relics of the past, 

and a life, that has..... no future!

Their words are hollow echoes, 

that lay empty, pon my floor.

While all I ever see, is a, brief memory.

That lingers only, when......

moonbeams dance.

For a feather once, touched my heart.

Proving, when a man loves a woman.

Mere, 

words

are not enough.

Giajl © Jim Love