Adenosine triphosphate filled

June 2016

Adenosine triphosphate filled


When dust, fills your eyes...

When the planet, conspires!

And crushes, your chest.

As silent, teardrops fall.

If, you could pick a day, to die....

Which day, would..... that be?

And who would you tell?

Like the rooks, that gather,

they call it....... a murder.

I'll leave you with this..... 

Beauty has no age, nor content, 

It is found, in the eye, 

of the beholder,  

and contained.....



the hearts of the dead.

Giajl © Jim Love 

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