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Death

             DEATH?
 In death life springs forward, it dares to ask the question of never more. Was I ever or could I ever be , before they close the door.
  Did the angels take my breath, was my last breath , was it the only one you see. Did you take the time to see me before they set me free.
 Dose the fire that consumed my thoughts, were they strong enough to extinguish all that I was supposed to be. Will the wind that carries the ash, will it take away the memories that made us we.
  Will the clouds that cover the heavens be strong enough for me to sit, as I dangle a dusty soul over the edge of it. Will the rays of sun that touched my face finally reach down to you, that you can make sense to it.
  The words that are cut in stone, will they last as long as that ,that it takes to walk away from me. We live on only in memory, you can forget my name , but this will be on the cloud for an eternity.
By GWRoggenbuck 
  
  

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Being Me

An interesting write! I take from it that words written and published on the Internet will last longer than a person's memory once they have passed. Its true ... after all, the words of the great poets and philosophers still reach out hearts today x

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Rory McGinlay

An unrelenting strength of words and a pin from me. Impressive, most impressive. (But you are not a Jedi yet.)

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