i can remember death as it was a old song
hearing my ancestors songs and old stories racing in my mind
i see the only face i'll ever see before i die
but i still see my self in a broken mirror
i know my next generation will sing my song, telling them that they are strong and wise
i wake up to different gates...now what path of my new life shall i take now?
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My Written Thoughts
PuisiThis is just peotry being written. Just for fun and to let things go in a good way.....hope you enjoy
