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After the End
I am the raven's feather that floats to the ground
I am the tree branches swaying in the winter breeze
I am the moon on a crisp October night
I am the light shining in your window
Illuminating the wilting rose
Resting in your window sill
I am the dandelions failing to grant your wishes
I am the soil, the water, and the wind,
but I am not that body
Lying in the ground.
:) I think this is a nice
:) I think this is a nice take on a common conecpt, I relate to it a bit more probably because of the raven and october, I love the fall and it brings to mind the most joyful feelings ever felt, so when I think of someone I love being gone and telling me they are the joy in life I do not picture the classic 'sun,breeze' poem read at most funerals, I picture fall trees, crips air, and the gingle of halloween candy under an october moon
:) thanks for sharing
Much Love
Ashley