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on the day I die (written in a flash)

On the day I die
there will be rain.
Evidence on the leaf
dew perhaps is grief, or its stain.

On the day I die there will be
All around,
puddles covering the ground.
The earth shall be one glorious thicket of mud.
Scattered, my ashes, no longer solid enough
to judge.

The world, hushed, asleep.
All animals, calm and quiet, no peep.
On the day I die
there will be

The wind will build and sigh.
On this day all birds soar high,
flying on,
as I, too, move on,
like skipping notes to a sweet, forgotten

On the day I die,
there will be rain.

Copyright November 18, 2013
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Melissa A Howells/Meloo Tilt-a-World

written as remembered when I awoke

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