i will not die
i will stay
between you and the sun
between the grass in the meadow
cuddled by the scythe
between the breathe of the horse
and swallow in the window frame
with prayer and the plow
tearing through earth
i will plough your heart
between the wrinkles in the barn’s door
where the scent of hay flows
i will stay as the last one from you all
i will stay
between you
and eternity



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