Win Peter Winters
Ocean Of The Dead
facing toward the setting sun,I've come so far and now it's done.Heaving my last breath upon this earthlifted to the blinding lightmy soul a little paper kite,body lying lifeless in the weedsa rushing noise comes all arounda sweet and gentle hymnal soundCaressing and depressing my sensesit surges toward a single notethe work of no mortal throatunending song of time and spacetheir faces and their hearts appearmy darling's smile filled with cheerfloating on the ocean of the dead
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