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Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus, And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands; Departed into my dreamless sleep beneath violets, Let me write one everlasting, eternal, immortal verse; Of the ravaged garden of my life. I want to hear a bird song when I quietly glide away, With a sigh, I will lay my pale form down peacefully; I have willed my Keepsakes and my musing poems, The Angel of death, will take my hand into another realm; And the drums of time will cease. Oh, it has been a life full of happiness entwined with sad, I have travelled many different roads to get to Tranquillity; The chapters of my life are full of the dead and undead, Memories of childhood, family, friends and pets I loved; The scars of life stab my soul. I do not fear death and I am ready to go through the gate, But I will miss nature, the woods and the waters moving; And as I walk the silent passage alone to my eternal night, Think of me as being set free and soaring high up above; I lived a life weather-stained with tears. Leaving life is something we all must do; it is written, I was held by a thread in this earthly realm until that last gasp; Now, all I know is the peacefulness of a leafy tree above, Drifting blue clouds and rain falling gently on my resting place; I was a shadow on the wall of time. Do not weep over my eternal grave heartbroken my dears, I have followed the beautiful Angels footsteps to heaven; My poetry is timeless, ageless, and will always remain, I have shed this earth bound life and I am a butterfly set free; I drank from the deep blue cup of life. So come, dear hearts and plant some pretty flowers in Spring, I am at last united with all my beloved who have gone before; Touch my name and remember me for my beauty, And although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment; Now, I exist in another realm. ____________________ August 26, 2015 Poetry/Epic/'Before My Pen is Hushed' Copyright Protected, ID 15-1216-704-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted into FGI Blog Special - Epic Brian Strand Podium Place 1

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Date: 1/17/2020 5:06:00 AM
"although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment;" - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhBEAUTIFUL!
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Constance La France
Date: 1/17/2020 2:59:00 PM
Caren, I love that line too!
Date: 1/15/2020 7:05:00 PM
Wonderful and triumphant. "Many roads ...[got you] to tranquility." Loving Nature does add a dimension to our link to immortality, when our recycled remains will "feed" Nature and "Futures." Even humans - at the quantum level - are breathing cells of great and ordinary peasants, drinking water dinosaurs drank (or pissed!). Thanks, Constance. Shalom, shalom
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Constance La France
Date: 1/17/2020 3:00:00 PM
Anil, thanks for visiting and for the great comment!
Date: 1/15/2020 6:40:00 AM
These special lines say so much about living life to the full, its ups and downs,pleasures and regrets, and leaving just a trace behind of a life well-lived. I enjoyed this very much, especially on a re-reading.
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Constance La France
Date: 1/15/2020 11:33:00 AM
Peter, thanks so much for visiting my poem and reading it not once but more, that is a greatest compliment ~

Book: Shattered Sighs