Inspiration- https://pin.it/3U7uyH3
TW: Talk of death. (Again, not trying to romanticize this)
Do not stand at my grave and weep
My body may be underground
But my soul is soaring above the clouds
Watching and waiting for you
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there anymore
I am the fog in the morning air
I am the thunder that claps as the lightning flashes
I am the love you feel everyday
I am the swirls of colour in your favourite picture
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I do not want to see you sad
The good times did not die
And remember,
Although I may be underground
I promise, my dear, I did not die
(19/8/20)
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A Glimpse Into My Brain
PoetryMy jumbled up brain written out in poetry Please read the note in the book before reading
