Desist, to Cease, to.....
Pithy were her words
It's a Tad, too Greek, ...... For me.
Would that my cause be lost ?
Don't tell me, that I never heard, the message .
Nor, the haunting, murmurs, of your voice .
While the sun, eclipsed the moon, it blacked out the stars.
And my music ......thus,
Did
Die....
Giajl © Jim Love