Will the remnants of my pages
Stay in the air of whirling winds
Brushing over the grave I lay in
Will the yellow pages walk afresh
In the streets of the world I never knew
Wandering into the playful grooves
While I ll be sleeping in my den
Will the words I never spoke
Fly out of the pages turning old
To swim in serenity with the river flow
And reach across banks i didn't see
After my scent is no more to smell
Will the remnants of my pages
Stay in the air of whirling winds
Brushing over the grave I lay in
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