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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2171452
For those who loved and lost another.
Can you hear my voice?

My voice is the breeze

That soft quiet hum

That awakens the autumn leaves

Do you see the stars?

They are my eyes

In the quiet, gentle night

Up there in the sky

Do you feel the rain?

That is my design

On a crisp autumn day

In the sunlight I shine

Do you smell the leaves?

That is my soft breath

In the evening of the day

In the quiet hands of death

Can you taste the sap?

That is my sweet skin

I slide down the trees

In the natural form I come in

So, do not stand at my gravestone and cry

For I am right there, for I did not die.
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