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Sep 2017
I won't leave much
more than a happy
ghost when I am gone –

some poems, a peace-
ful soul at rest, some
tired, tranquil bones,

quite content to dis-
appear, no tomb
or mossy stone.

My days were sweet,
and bright; I hope
I honored every one.
Just thinking about mortality lately, and feeling at peace with it.
Marsha Singh
Written by
Marsha Singh
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