The Beauty Of Life Poem by Pierre Rausch

Your distaste of knive
To share with a wife
In the beauty of life
And it's a broken toy
Must come home boy
To the doors in a poem
Words serve Jona
In the beauty of life
Dust falls down on dew
These tears sink just you
To a singing bird
Forgotten in the crown of a lurch
In the beauty of life
“Oh brother in water”
Hearts cut slaughter
“Fears are ranged”
Lions nor bunnies tamed
“This sphere named”
Project: “rifle ashamed”
Confessing, I heat your aim