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winnie the poem Nov 2024
Don’t cry… I am just here
living next to you
in the sky

Let me go now and guard
my soul
to the graveyard

Hold it close to your heart,
be safe
and carry me to my grave
winnie the poem Oct 2024
I wake up with only darkness
around me, all this blackness
...No way out and all alone,
I hear a sound in the silence,
so soft that it disappeared.... Disappeared… Disappeared..

So I heard the echo of my voice,
resounding in the sound
of my deepest cry.
What is my name,
what are my desires?
Am I here in an existence,
or am I gone, in hell,
or in heaven underneath the sky.

All these questions, so many,
every day. And I get no answers,
because here in the darkness,
I can’t find another way.

— The End —