He had laid and slept with snuggled
the skull,bones and guns.
A clock had put on the table to scroll
his eschatological time and his
last animations.
Length of scroll longed more and more.
He was a noble man he kept bible
and he snuggled with it.
He had hidden by the flocks of skulls.
Gold and silver shattered around the
ground
It shone but it was gleam
The garlands and rosary was
collateral to him.
There had a portrait of women and
flock of flowers
He was not clear enough to count
and pass out from his material life.
Wisdom had lost from him.
He had sunken in external
phosphoresce, and he could not
see his inner shines.
It was fascinated me and it's not
fascinated me better.
An extreme picture of my own.
The dream was came to potrait.
The scroll was flagged upon the
hand of the messenger.
It did not cried nor smiled.
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Comments1
a lovely title, and
your detailed words
mirror
that detailed painting
thanks for sharing
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