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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.
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.
Published 15th Jan 2025
Author's Note
You notice the different green in trees when it's raining.
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