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Weep not for my Ashes
by Dorian BlackWhen I die don't weep for ashes.
I'm not there; I'm not in your urn.
I am the wind 'round your autumn face,
the ocean's current amongst your waist.
A drop of rain to hide your tears,
a warm safe blanket for your fears.
Don't think of times where I'll be naught,
Nor dream of me in rendition fought.
When I die don't weep for ashes.
I'm not there; I'm not in your urn.
My soul escaped; It did not burn. 12/22/2011 Posted on 12/22/2011
Copyright © 2024 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/23/11 at 02:22 PM This flows quite well. Nice write! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/24/11 at 01:00 AM Beautiful, message-filled, and intense. The arrangement of your words is absolutely spectactular. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/28/11 at 06:09 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/15/12 at 09:10 PM Your poetry has an antique feel. Everyone I read could easily have been written by a clever mind a hundred years ago. |
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