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Come to me... ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come to me, in Spring. Be dressed in a silken, feathery, snowy gown. Bring with cold fingers your ebony hair with pearls of dew,sparkling in the gold rays of the mornig sun. Come to me beloved, in Summer. With a flower's song, and a morning birds whispering. Lay down on the rainbow of my meadow. Come to me my darling, in Autumn. With a richness of passion, wrapped with the doleful cry of cranes, flying to grey depths of the sky... smelling of flowers, which the frost bleeds. Come to me, dear, in Winter When this sleepy time, will hold me in its arms. Then put your palms with the musty smell on me.,,, My Ghostly Death. copyright by Olenkamajka Edmonton, Canada 2004