Scatter my ashes
To the wind
My resting place
The same as my beginning
From nothing to nothing
In that no sin
An impact
Contained within
Scatter my dreams
In wild ideas
My legacy
Might someday be winning
From nothing to something
Surviving
Always
On the cusp of living
Scatter my wishes
Amongst your own
We all live
With things unfulfilled
Life not always
Wild and willed
Growing older
Leaves me gradually stilled
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-07-25.
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