Deep under the ground
down deep below where only
I can go.
There where it is bright and warm
where no harsh wind can blow
no ice can reach my heart.
Rolled tight in scented blankets
of wool and care, soft and safe
that is where my soul hangs out.
Far away from all cares, all noise
and fear, far away from harshness
and far away from pain.
Deep, deep under the ground
down where maybe you too can go
I will keep a sweet place
and there forever more we will belong.
Trudi Ralston.
December 17th, 2015.
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