Death Tale

Make me...

Summers bloom.

The wolf by the moon.

The feather on the wind,

A pinch of a spirt.

Make me believe...

In majestic life

Majestic love

In natural roses

And cotton weaved poses.

Make me live

To be beyond

The state of imagination,

The lack of suffocation,


Death in life

To be believed

For what we see.

Not what we do.

Boneata Bell 21st June 2011 Copyright


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