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My Heart

If I could make a heart of sheep, Or clouds of fish in the oceans deep If I could make a heart of fire A heart of ice in my desire To tell the world of all the love That I feel soaring up above The clouds, the ice, the fish and sheep… They wouldn’t reach you now you sleep. And now you sleep, and then you’ll burn And maybe you’ll lie in an urn Maybe I’ll scatter you on the wind Or give you to your kith and kind Or bury you amongst the trees And for eternity take your ease Your spirit flying free and light To heaven and the infinite I cannot say adieu to you I need an au revoir, mon dieu I need to know I’ll see you when I leave this earth of fallen men All my loved ones lining up To pass to me the loving cup Of love I’ve given and love I’ve had And lives that made me whole and glad.
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Written by
fee-berry
English
Published
Aug 29, 2021
Lines·Words
26·170
Notes

My son died after an accident on his bicycle on July 20, 2021. The Guardian reported that a farmer in Australia had created a heart of sheep in honour of his aunt's funeral.

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