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!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments2
What a beautiful poem! Words of deterioration and rot in a metaphor of love. A definite fave
Beautiful
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