Lives

Fränz Müller

Without an eye to watch it

the heart, like an old house

withers from neglect;

Without hope, the lights go out

the windows cloud over, the foundation collapses.

Without joy, the soul becomes savage

bristles and thickets, all brambles and hedge-roses;

Without love, there is naught

but the drafty shell of a ruined life!

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Online Online)
  • Published: June 11th, 2025 10:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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