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When my existence expires 
Lay me in the Sky, amid Sunsets, 
In the eye of a Storm, 
Or the warmth kiss of the Sun, 
For the ears to hear, 
That i was wrapped in the softness of the Cloud, 
To decay and be a progeny of them, 
Join in the running of their daily activities, 
Seeing lovely things and what New Jerusalem would look like, 
And assist in completing the building. 
But not in an oblong closed box, 
Carefully lowered, within conglomerates of stones called graveyard, 
Abandoned to decompose and be a progeny, 
Just to expand the lineage of Dust, 
Who only sits here to wait for that day,
When New Jerusalem will descend from Heaven, 
As a bride adorned for her husband.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 11/6/2016 2:16:00 PM
What a pleasant write my friend. I love the way you constructed the lines and the poem in general. You are a brilliant poet..............A.M.
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