WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

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When I die, I will finally be able
to curl up next to my savior,
and rest my head on his feet.

Rest from the weariness of this life.
Rest from the pain of this life.
Rest from the tears of this life.
Rest in eternal love, joy and peace.

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