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Unconditional

I'm dying and I'm happy.

I lie on the bed watching the rain through the window as it greets the trees,the ground,my home.
It says  hello to each in a slightly different voice but not with different amounts of love.

I'm dying and I'm happy.

The rain  makes it so.

And

Now it gently whispers
That it's time for me to go.
Written by backdeckbenny
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Author's Note
You notice the different green in trees when it's raining.
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