As I die,

a circle you shall be dancing,

atop the hill of euphoria.

As you perish,

flowers will be mourning,

beneath the wagon of emptiness.

As we die,

dies also the ark.

The ark of sorrow.

--
Fly on Little Wing

http://www.wretch.cc/blog/aspgood

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