* : Janet E Steele*
And what is the body? And what is a house?
The body is home to pain,
there was a mouth that held back a scream
there are wounds that show the face of blood
The body is home to the spirit of layover,
and there he felt at home, listening to the song
time, clock & heart rippled
And what is a house? And what is the body?
The house is an area where there is none
the shadow of the body, in a corner
gramophone placed & prayer sent to far.
Home is where you come back
from a small meeting, and there you are
happy, because you have time to say love.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
* : Janet E Steele*
And what is the body? And what is a house?
The body is home to pain,
there was a mouth that held back a scream
there are wounds that show the face of blood
The body is home to the spirit of layover,
and there he felt at home, listening to the song
time, clock & heart rippled
And what is a house? And what is the body?
The house is an area where there is none
the shadow of the body, in a corner
gramophone placed & prayer sent to far.
Home is where you come back
from a small meeting, and there you are
happy, because you have time to say love.
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