thoughts of death

Thoughts of Death

 

Death is a foreign country

 I wish not to go there as I`m only used to life

despite we do our best to destroy our planet.

The aboriginals in Australia call death

dream time, there are times when I ask if life

is dream time and death is a reality.

To meet souls who cannot dream floating about

as dust in a landscape of oblivion.

 

 

◄ the dilemma

a great man (Harry) ►

Comments

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Wed 19th Dec 2018 17:32

Bloody hell Jan

This is very deep mate.

I will post a similar attempt of mine to you later.

I love this, great poem.

PO

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