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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