When I'm gone, wherever that may be,
I hope that someone, somewhere, will remember me.
Through the words I've left behind,
May they feel a touch of my heart and mind.
May my verses wander and roam,
And find their way to a soul far from home,
Who feels a spark of recognition within,
And thinks, "this is where I begin."
May my words bring peace and light,
To those who seek a way through the night,
And in that moment of connection and truth,
May they feel hopeful, a renewed youth.
When my time has come and gone,
And my journey on this earth is done,
May my words continue to touch and inspire,
And keep my spirit forever higher.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
