At lastA Poem by LanaI'm going to be a face in an old photograph I'm going to become a memory And then like fog dissipates once the air heats up again Then I will be too far from the family tree for my family to remember me I will be the owner of ancient objects exposed in a museum I'm going to be dust and all my grey matter will be eaten up by nature I will be a wave crashing into the shore and become part of the sand I will be the air surrounding the earth Invisible and odourless I will be the people The birds the sunrise, the flowers growing wild The music and the laughs I will become the universe, at last
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