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Put Flowers On My Grave
Another eulogy I wrote a while ago in the form of the poem. |
| Put flowers on my grave And remember me softly Like petals on a flower That bloom That wither That die Put flowers on my grave And say my name quietly Whisper it on the wind With warmth With love With sadness Put flowers on my grave And wish for me gently In the form of a prayer For life For love For peace Put flowers on my grave But salt the earth of my remains And shed not a tear for me! For I touched this place And I walked this earth And now my spirit’s free Now my time moves on So put flowers on my grave Because now I am gone ![]() |