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Having dreams about death?

105 people die each minute. If you are reading this, you ain’t one of them. Enjoy your day! :))

Having dreams about death? 
That’s okay.
Every death is a bridge,
That spans a river in heaven.
River is singing a song.
But you don’t hear it.
Is it a damage or always half-deaf?
Choose wisely.
“Half …what?” – you asked.
How sweet!
“My dear, half a lot of things. Any time”

Bridge is under construction today.
Your smile destroyed it.

Or maybe tomorrow’s memories?

Different kinds of darkness
kissing your pillow,
counting to one hundred and 5 –
and stops. Nothing.
There’s no death for you
on this side of the moonlight.
Not yet.
Only an empty room
accompanied by Loneliness.
Someone to chat to..
Before sleep
Or before morning-breathing.

You tell me you are a good soul.
100% organic.
No doubt. I believe you.
Then our destination is the same.
And I promise, sweet heart,
I will get you there.
But some other time, –
Straight to…”Nowhere”.


Photo: Jennifer MacNeill (Flickr) 

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raynotbradbury

Living in Sweden. Happy and kind. Russian and #badgram English. Coffee and Tea. Dogs. Coding haha. Web design. Social Media. Fun. Health... everything day by day :)
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