Etched in....
Moments.
Drifting down, ....... memories.
With each, and every, word.
I lose, ..... a little piece, of .... my soul.
Fading ink,
upon crumbling parchment.
Emotions,
..... have now turned to dust.
My hearts wisdom, lost ..... amidst time.
Locked, deep within, a ...... shadow.
My love, has turned,
to
...... stone.
Giajl © Jim Love
Spring renews my friend.
Spring renews my friend.