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MY LAST SONG
Walk with me to The Majestic Garden.
Here I will sing my last song to you. My last song is not of my own composition, nor of my own character. My last song is sung through me from the cornerstone podium of my Majestic Garden.
My last song,...a cry of anguish.
A soulful weeping as I sing along the pathways of my garden. My song, my decree, my desire now imprinted upon my heart. Now, my commitment.
Now, my very refuge.
My last song is now being sung for you, for us, for all people of all nations. My soul aches, my marrow longs to embrace in love and express in unity the promise of our heritage to be together, to comfort and to dry the tears of those who cry tears unfruitful.
This is my last song; my weeping is for you, as I wait for you in The Majestic Garden.
Waiting, for us to join in chorus as I sing my last song eternal.
My Last Song...i think it is awsome how i life we all have a song to sing yet no one usually pays any attention to it.i loved the poem very good
I like your way of writing so much ...and this is as usual a beautifulpoem Ali
your best work so far..... this was an excellent read.... I am so glad that I came in today to read a few..... hope to read more of your work.... Renee'