After
After....
After I die,
after I'm gone,
bury me in deepest,
and darkest woods,
so I can listen whispers of the wind,
where tallest trees keep guard,
wherein owls sing dormant,
wolfs dance to my glory,
Bury me, my dearest of all
and don't say that I'm gone,
Let them wonder,
let them to ask,
let them,
then,
when you're rady to go,
to leave me behind,
do not leave the mark,
so no one can find my resting home
delite traces of their steps,
until you visit the next time,
you,
and
no one else!
Copyright © Ivy Vresk | Year Posted 2018
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