Inhibition
When passion gathers moss,
The night hangs sad and silent,
Then fades with disappointment;
The will to stir a morning breeze
Is lost in any season, and love
Becomes a stone.
Copyright © Maggie Flanaganwilkie | Year Posted 2005
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