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It’s a Funk For 

While the dead, and dying, litter....

the battlefield of life.

I have no time to marvel.

Nor appreciate, the colours, that you see!

I’m only seeing in the past, 

the ... greens, and 

all natures hues!

Now gone.

I’m living my life....

Mostly staring, in the dark.

Watching the world, pass me by.

From the stars eerie glow.

Coloured shadows, lit a heartache.

And I am now blind.

To nature’s beauty.

For....

All I smell is death.

Giajl © Jim Love