When Love is Gone


her roots now rave and overrun her past…


A world abandoned,  Nature now attends.

She grows her roving vines; surrounds the door.

The sound of children’s play is heard no more.

Around the gnarled roots that grow and stray

she grabs at windows once held curtain’s sway.

No human voices echo through her halls

No more the roaming Jasmin odor calls.

What mystery escapes her stuccoed walls?

What place is this which held such loveliness?

Her roots now rave and overrun her past.

She strangles unknown cause so long forgot.

When love is gone she covers up the heart.

overgrown house

 

 

 

 

 

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