Along in that valley, where once we loved I walk, scattering your ashes in my footprints I listen to that stream which, alone, chatters of places noone else has seen and the grass is velvet and the flowers color the ground, blending up into the air pastel and muted I am flowing, like the stream that runs forever I merge with the pastel-misty light your ashes are gone the willow rolls sweet tears down its branches into my palm I drink- I am. I melt step by soft step over the beckoning green the valley becomes misty behind a watery curtain as reality leaves... I enter the dream that never wakes the lullaby of immortality.
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It was as if something beyond mortality inspired this.
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