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June 2016 When the end, is ......nigh...at
My conscious experiences.
You consume me,
with, your touch.
I hope, that,..... I don't die.
And then, don't know !
That,.... I'm ......dead !
Is it god, we find ?
Or merely, an understanding.
Within our mind ?
After all, our fears..... are, gone.
It's like ....
it, never was and....
We have become,
Innocents.... again.
When,
stones lay bare.
Upon the table.
When a dream, is beautiful.
And, real enough, to ..... touch.
But in your heart.
There lies, a sigh.
For you know.
It
Will never
last.....
Giajl © Jim Love
Very
Poignant and thought provoking
thank you
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
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for taking the time to read
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Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!
Lifeafter
only a poet would go there to live in death. Way to write, Jim. ~ Lady A ~