Dlotheary Grapes .

Thyself .

Thyself .

 

Everywhere you go ,
I will be your shadow .
Go where there’s no sun ,
And I give you freedom .

 
Step into me,
Step into death .
I will embrace you ,
with my flute and spear .
And welcome you home ,
welcome you home .

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2 thoughts on “Dlotheary Grapes .

  1. “my flute and spear” I wonder what these represent. Intriguing poem!

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