When I Am Gone

When I Am Gone short poem

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When I am gone, find me in

The sunsets and twilight,
The billowing and colorful clouds,
The waxing and waning of moon,
The chirping of birds.

The mist over mountains,
The music of flowing river,
The undulation of the waves,
The cascading waterfall over rocks.

The rustle of the leaves,
The fragrance of flowers,
The fallen leaf and flower,
The cool breeze that comes to caress you.

Dewdrops reflecting the world around,
Pitter-patter of raindrops,
The beauty of weeds,
And the wonders of nature.

The solitude of life,
The soothing lullaby,
The melody of a lonely soul,
The shade of an ever giving tree.

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Who doesn’t want to linger for ever in the beauty around…even when we are gone…Beautifully written:)

Laya Sarath

Too good geemme.. I loved the way you put the imaginary aspects for the reader to find you ..lovely..

ammu sachariah

Beautiful. You cannot say “when I am gone ” You are present in all these beautiful substances around.


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