Not Junk But Beautiful Alpha Centaury Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Not Junk But Beautiful Alpha Centaury



A red carnation blossoming

Beautifull like you

Admited in to my inner sacred temple

We have thrown all the merchants from the temple now its time for us, jesus might come down from the cross reborn

Time for us to diferentiate junk from songs and choose those we like

The one that is aceptable

I can only be reached with by tenderness

My inner lock and key to my vast domain of forest which encloses my song, cannot be violated, only with concent by tender actions not with rape and pilage

delicacy grace this affair requires it

Monday, August 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: logic,london,loneliness
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