I'm the one under all these leaves and weeds and dandelions that keep turning into fairies blowing
in the breeze! I am here under a ton of dirt and in a box full of rocks.
Do you remember me?
Come on over, past that grove, over that hill, and behind that big Oak tree that is where they laid
me.
Do you remember me?
I believe that the tree is turning its leaves now and soon I will be covered with brown all over this
ground.
Do you remember me?
Nights are lonely, but I don't care for you see I can't feel like you do; not even the thought of
your presence can give me that essence of the way I used to be.
Do you remember me?
One more chance, not a glance. Have you passed that last test that laid me to rest here on the
crest of Old Crows Nest?
Now, do you remember me?
Linda Knaus 10-23-99
Reason for writing:
I am new at this and I have been full of thoughts of life and
death latley! I write everyday and I pray that it will stay
that way!!!
Linda Knaus
Birth sign: Virgo
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