If the time were right
my two arms folded
in wooden box
as I lay down
feet closed together
cushioned on flowery petals,
its precious perfumed scents
sweet to the unconscious mind.
My dead body
set on the river
as they gather in multitudes
to watch me in the last moment
of peace in the old life.
Reincarnation
into a new life
as flames burst
exploding ashes
into a soulful river
encasing a soulful soul.
Copyright. Lorna nox nee Ramsamugh
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