Long LastA Poem by crepusculite
Long will the breeze whisper your name,
but forever so, it cannot be. Under its breath, one final time - with love unfettered comes the call. It comes, yes, but must always also go. And when the wind knows your name no longer, it is not with indifference, but pleasant sigh that your legacy trails off into eternal peace. © 2024 crepusculite |
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