Lady of the Equinox

When it comes my time to sleep,
I will not wail, I will not weep,
I'll lay my weary body down,
On beds of leaves both green and brown,
I'll sleep as nature takes its toll,
Reclaims my once embodied soul,
And wraps me in the earth's embrace,
A quiet, peaceful resting place,
The time outside will still elapse,
But I won't feel my bones collapse,
And I'll return back where I came,
To let the cycle start again.

 —e.h (from The Poetic Underground)

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