(Poem about life after death) Untitled

Do not wear black when my time has come,

Do not let tears fall to their death with me, Instead;

Wear bright colours so I can see you above, Or find you below.

Play songs to which we would have danced together,

Let my service be nothing more than celebration

For a life I wish to believe I've lived.

Only unleash tears as one sorrow song lowers me down

And Reconnects me with nature,

Release all final melancholy:

For I want you to not grieve for me again.

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