Ashes to Ashes
After I’m gone
It will no longer
matter…
After my ashes
have been spread…
Spread to the
four winds
and…
Nothing is left
of me but an
empty urn…
Will you think of me?
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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