If I disappear one day,
Look up at the sky.
I am that brightest star,
Finally healed from its scars.
If you hear none from me one day,
Listen to that breeze coming your
way.
Remember me as a gentle zephyr,
Not as someone who got engulfed
by a raging storm she used to
bear.
When time comes and I am but an
oblivion,
Remember me as someone who
once crossed your path even if
I've now lost my direction.
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Whispers of Silence
Poetrya collection of poetries whispered by the deafening silence
