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Meadow Dream
Where do we end up;
Is there a meadow for us?
Some spiritual sanctuary
Of aubades and blooming
Weeds that transcend winter
With strange flowers
Bright yellow, light blue;
Some hummingbird butterfly haven
Where we begin anew
As crickets strum summer song,
And the birds sing with the joy of dawn;
Free of body hunger and pain,
We hold each other for the first
Once again.
(excerpt from "The Death Journal")
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