The Spoon Of Honey Poem by Liza Sud
The Spoon Of Honey
If you lived your life honestly,
from the enemy - didn't run.
then the death will be for you a hot wife,
And not cold - as the ground.
And when you open your eyes,
not of the body but mind, -
You will see a barrel of tar,
and the spoon of honey destined.
Monday, September 21, 2015
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