I Will Die In Saskatchewan
Those big rolling plains,
as if the ground with golden sun is stained,
and that sky as if the oceans northward rised,
layed flat above:
the sky and earth are making love.
There, I breathe the air,
As if my final moments here, are laced with God,
a divine plot,
and the end is drawing near
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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