When all life is gone.

A rewrite of my poem of which as got lost along with my awards for now.

 

When all is gone.

Although we can no longer move and all life is done will we still have a memory that lingers on

wherever we go nothing will be the same, will we sleep forever and be free of all pain

is there some thing waiting out there, maybe its what we  believe waiting for us there.  avenscent.

blogging 101 : alumni

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