Feather on the wind
Seashell on the shore……
What will people see
When I am here no more?
Footprint in my shoe,
Diamond ring I wore
Picture on the wall
Hair pin on the floor.
Will anybody read all those words I wrote?
Will anybody hear the plea within my note?
To be present in the light,
As a leaf upon the tree
Knowing sun and rain
And breezes blowing free.
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