When he was alive, he was an idea,
With his death, he became flesh,
I don't know how, but I love him more,
in death than ever in life!
I go over and over,
the life of him and I,
and all I find are dashes,
of something like love,
In death though, our life,
is all love coloured bright,
in life play sad violins,
in death glad accordian,
so, today i send this,
into a void,
with a prayer for reversal,
for love in death and life ...
Dear void,
1 comment:
silence in death is much sweeter than the silence in reality ,mm?? amazin piece maaaaaa...
ch'mma.
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