Sunday 15 February 2015

When the air that fans my soul
Shall stop its swirl
And am seized by the destiny of all life
I shall not fight
For to fight is to deny
My very belonging ,
Of the dust and the ashes
That bound me, to life and as
When I shall still the eyes
Do not mourn my pass
I shall not be away
I shall be
Forever as I have been
In the very essence of all around.

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