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Apr 2019
When people die we sleep in gravesβ€”
Where do memories go when they die?

To the same place where broken dreams go?
Where the sky is dark:
no up, no down, no before, no after?

To the land of could-have-beens,
Where lost souls wander, where the deathless cry?

Or to a land beneath a lilac sky,
To some sweet place in a far green country,
by a river at the edge of night?
Where the crownless are king,
And the wingless fly?
Thomas Wan
Written by
Thomas Wan  17/M/Oxford, UK
(17/M/Oxford, UK)   
     sheila sharpe and Fawn
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