as the latter part of my life begins to encroach upon me
mine eyes begin to diminish in sight and the color of leaves
on trees in Autumn seem to have lost their orange and reds
and mine ears only hear muffled sounds of when once were
a choir of mellifluous sounds from my feathered friends that
would wake me in the morn, and the waft of petrichor when
a slight of drizzling rain would fall from the grey cottons
above,
the feel of droplets tickling my face as i look upward where
not too long from now my spirit will reside
when all this will soon come to be, i will reside in the
wonder
of my memories when Spring brought the nascence of new
budding flora, the birds would sing me songs where mine ears
would listen with joy and the waft of rain fall upon the
earth
beneath my feet would cause them to dance and feel of your
touch upon my cheek would always feel like kisses and the
love
in all four chambers of my heart would flutter with love,
this
will not cease when this incarnate shell lays rest, my spirit
will
carry with it unto my next sojourn, the love that never
ceases
for it is omnipresent, never ending…
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