Death Tale
Make me... Summers bloom. The wolf by the moon. The feather on the wind, A pinch of a spirt. Make me believe... In majestic life Majestic love In natural roses And cotton weaved poses. Make me live To be beyond The state of imagination, The lack of suffocation, Reincarnation. Death in life To be believed For what we see. Not what we do. Boneata Bell 21st June 2011 Copyright