Ashes

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as my friend once asked
when will your love for her end
as when the mountains collapse
and the roots stop growing,
the stars burn down into oblivion,
and the moon shatters
when the seas dry up
and the plants stop growing
when my health deteriorates
and my memory fades,
when my eyes close to its last
and my breath never seeks again
Even at those last moments
the thought of you
will still remain In my ashes
I'll hold every last part of you within me
As you become my light to the dark
I'd want to rise with you into the next life
Where the next adventure awaits

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