Proverbs 16:24 

24 Pleasant words are like a honeycomb,
Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.

 

Pardonnez moi. (phil)

 

Words are an investment into life itself.

Words are always there ... never to part.

Words are carefully tasted as water from a well

for words spread the contents of the heart.

 

Rumors are mostly proceeding action

and seem on purpose scattered here?

The calling of scheming intentions

in this death's survival scene.

 

Does death still have that power

to box in a will presented here?

To wash away like in a shower

and all resistance far and near?

 

Nothing changes but just appearance

and the closer to the core you get.

Wishful thinking is ever clearing

the foundation … so cracked and inept.

 

Jan Wienen