Poem -
Carry On
When I die
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
Because I'll fly
By your window when you sleep,
In the form of a white dove,
And I'll keep you safe,
I will visit you from above,
You just have to be brave.
When I'm gone
Promise me you'll carry on.
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Comments
I really like this, it makes you think. It's a really interesting concept. Bra Gjort!!
Thank you so much!