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Contributor: Michelle Kopp

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Summerlands are gateways for lost souls
trembling as their mortal vessels decay
two feet beneath the garden of remembrance

valleys of lilies grow over fresh soil
their roots bind tight round paper caskets

frozen mists shroud my eyes to bury me
deep within Goddess eyes -- embracing

November’s playgrounds shimmer in autumn memories
forgotten in the minds of Goddess children
playing on hushed swings in the Summerland

to await innocent mortal flesh

-for chibi-

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Michelle Kopp is a full-time graduate student and part-time writer in Saskatchewan, Canada. Her work has appeared in 'The Diverse Arts Project' and 'Yesteryear Fiction'.


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