Liza Sud


The Spoon Of Honey - Poem by Liza Sud

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.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2015



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