Verses that do not rhyme.

The night of the poem where the verses do not rhyme and the words have no meaning when the love is gone, when everything beautiful and good has been lost and the beautiful and the good are you, my love. A thousand sighs of the soul and a heart of wounded death, the song no longer has lyrics, it only has sound, the bird on the branch of the tree no longer sings and the flowers its perfume and aroma have lost. By Derwell J Fallu

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