When I turn to ashes near the Ganga,
and flames consume my core,
the river will whisper your name,
as it’s carried forevermore.
Even as embers scatter,
and silence claims the sky,
your memory will linger on,
a fragrance that won’t die.
The flames may consume
the flesh and the bone,
But the scent of your love is
the only truth I have ever known.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
When I turn to ashes near the Ganga,
and flames consume my core,
the river will whisper your name,
as it’s carried forevermore.
Even as embers scatter,
and silence claims the sky,
your memory will linger on,
a fragrance that won’t die.
The flames may consume
the flesh and the bone,
But the scent of your love is
the only truth I have ever known.
not an original idea, credits to the real prompt.
(ganga is a holy river in India)
love 3
Arushi
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