They are present everywhere
Within the buzz of the bees
Winging
And letting their gratis honey on your shirt
Between two raindrops
Doubting for a moment
To find somewhere to sit
Between two space platforms as if
Being haunted by ghosts and devils
And between two fingers being opened
In our hearts
As the sign of victory
While we are in the line
Everywhere
They are present everywhere
Beneath our shirts
In our cell phones
O lord
This must be violating to the others hells
Added: on Thursday, January 8th, 2009 at 8:34 am | Viewed: 486 times, 2 so far today | Comments (2)
The ghosts and demons have no nationality, they reject man-made borders. The entire world is covered by their operation. Thanks for creating and sharing. Take care.
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January 8th, 2009 at 11:46 am
This is so well written. thanks
yann
February 2nd, 2009 at 4:59 pm
The ghosts and demons have no nationality, they reject man-made borders. The entire world is covered by their operation. Thanks for creating and sharing. Take care.