WRITING PROMPT 36

In The Words We Speak

Allowing even the blind to see

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And in the morning
when the first ray of sunlight warms your face
Think of me

For if in my slumber of night past
I fail to greet the warmth of the sun
Think of me

Think not of my passing
nor the absence of warmth
upon my face

For in the cold stillness of death
you’ll be warmth eternal
in my heart
Think of me

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