Die


In fields of gold,

Surrounded by purple pansies

Whispering and smiling up at me.

Under a canopy of stars

With the silver moon smiling down

Welcoming me into it’s secret garden

By the shore of the sea

With waves crashing against stark rocks

and seagulls crying out with the ecstasy of my coming.

I lay down by my fears

Give up my inhibitions

and Submit.


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