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When the music’s, all run out.
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Times in 2023 When the music’s, all run out.
When we’ve used up,
all our dreams.
When we miss, a touch !
So soft.
A kiss so light.
When the sound ….
Of a butterfly’s wings,
disturbs your slumber.
As all the colours merge,
leaving only.
A darkened room.
Love has left me,
deaf & blind,
to all life’s wonders.
And now …..
Perhaps
it’s time to go.
Giajl © Jim Love
