Dying Young

If I die young, don't burry me
Burn me in flames of my inscribed glory 
Cast my ashes to the wind 
So I can soar wild and free 

Don't weep for me, for I'm just dead 
I am now free from worries ahead 
Please help my works see the pages 
May it give hope for those who read 

June 4, 2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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