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Soul Pearls, the Tears of the Soul

Friday, October 23, 2020

Last Dream

 Should I die and never wake.


Please, my pagan soul to Summelands take.

And of my body plant a tree or make ashes and feed the sea.

If the law does allow, my head you may keep.

And of it, make a night light to help you sleep.

Let the spiders, their home do make.

Add when I vist, their webs will shake.

Of sweet life, you my love, are all I miss.

But with the winds, your sweet I face kiss.

And when you come to Summerlands too, have not care.

For once again the warm cup of love we shall share.

TDK

10-21-2020 copyrighted George King

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