Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Do bones want to smile Once the flesh is gone to become One with the earth? Do hands want to touch The freed soul that flies from bones One with the heavens? Beauty’s canvas dies The paint covers abstractions Becomes impressions. Impressions of life Like a lost butterfly’s wing Fade…
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