Tomorrow, the no return wind may sweep my body away,
Smile.
The ants may feed on me,
Smile.
Weed may grow on my graveyard,
Smile.
The honey may turn sour in my absence,
Smile.
For your smile keeps me alive.
In the embrace of eternity's arms, I find solace,
Smile.
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Ivy Brownie
Here i share diverse life experiences, funny stories, sad stories, inspiring, thoughtful...everything. And also i share some writing prompts and educational material.
You can find my novels at Inkitt and Wattpad @ivybrown179
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