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Death is reborn- an dialogue between you and me, when you are no more.

Death is reborn- an dialogue between you and me, when you are no more.

I: I’ll be with you, till your last journey. You’re on your own after that.....

You: I’ll be with you in form after that; I’ll be the crinkle in your sheets.
I’ll be the indomitable shadow behind you, whispering to you........
Nestling you after that.....

I: Alone you will go, the way you came in this world, prostrate on white....
We will carry you to your creator; we will support you, because you can not walk, like the way you came in, an infant child......prostrate on white.....

You: I’ll be your foresight, I’ll be the lesson you never learnt, I’ll be there for you, when you remember or don’t,

I: I will never miss you, as you are inside me, alone in your journey, but right beside me.........

There won’t be a void in my heart, the place where you resided, now will a-flower, with the ocean of love we made....

So, Goodnight my friend, sleep well, for my mornings, they’ll call you again...........

Let there be no cemetery or graves, between us.......let your fire cinder the distance that separates us...
My spirit will sever the wood that surrounds you; my love will build a halo around you.................

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JS said…
Immortal!
2:21 am
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