Death leaves us all as ashes;
an eternal void, unfilled: just dust.
Our legacy—of light and earth—
transforms us, each,
to carnations or roses
in a nameless garden.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC
Death leaves us all as ashes;
an eternal void, unfilled: just dust.
Our legacy—of light and earth—
transforms us, each,
to carnations or roses
in a nameless garden.
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