Poem -
garden bones
The perfect dead
The perfect graves
In perfect death
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The perfect lay
and churches stand
Sing their hymns
Their garden bones
Washed clean of sin
and there we walk
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Us You and me
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In perfect health
We perfect see
how living is
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imperfect steps
how perfect thrives
In Lack Of Breath
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beautiful and yet it makes us think. Well, it makes me think a bit deeper. Love it x
I was thinking how we perfect our dead and ONLY our dead...all their faults and weaknesses wiped clean... a generosity we rarely bestow on our living. Thankyou. Hugs x