Poem -
Crease in Time
Shed no tears,this is...not me.
My time has come...my soul free.
Grief, loss ... I feel for thee.
Heavy hearts, friends, love ones...this I see.
I am the silent breeze, the touch you feel.
I am the gentle wind, the wisps you hear.
I am the green fields, rolling by your side.
I am the moving clouds, shapes to calm your mind.
I am the true horizon, that separates you from me.
Cry not, I leave my mark behind...a crease on the fabric of time.
Shed no tears...this is me.
by Abre.
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Comments
What an amazing poem, really tells it how it is
very touching, we are truly out there when we are gone,
beautifully done, the words are very comforting.
Have attended many family funerals lately. Each eulogy was the same,hollow words that begged the question ‘ when I leave this world I want the words over my grave, to lift the mortal soul, not package end of life into a meaningless hole.’