Colin Ian Jeffery
Bones At Dying - Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Bones at dying shall not quake
Nor decay with the feasting of the worms
For the spirit of this God loving soul
Shall never harbour in the ground.
I have burst free with that force
Which drove each flower up into the light
And soul tossed by furies of purple storms
I shall shelter where the mind creates its visions.
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