Without Title Poem by Javier Falcon
Without Title
With your soul lost,
and heart unaccompanied;
There is nothing more,
than to feel envy and jealousy.
For those who,
love has made itself so easy,
and without suffering;
they have no regrets,
that in their existence,
they have no emptiness.
But at the end of the day,
when night falls,
you take account that,
there is much beyond;
And that's great love,
comes nowhere else than from inside.
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5/13/2024 12:49:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
penned with love.............nice poem. Cate