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Whispers Beneath the Soil
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
For in the earth, my love still sleeps.
A whisper carried on the breeze,
In every rustle of the leaves.
I am not gone, just deeper found,
In flower blooms and soil bound.
Each ray of sun, each drop of rain,
Holds echoes sweet of love's refrain.
So, close your eyes and breathe me in,
In nature's heart, we meet again.
In roots that stretch and branches high,
I linger on, I never die.
In Sorrow's Shadow
Please do not stand at my grave and weep,
For life continues, though I may sleep.
In morning's light, hear the robins sing,
Their melodies dance on the breath of spring.
The tears you shed, they've watered the ground,
But in their beauty, my peace is found.
Where flowers bloom and the sun will glow,
Remember my laughter amidst the flow.
In whispers of leaves or a soft summer breeze,
We'll meet in the colors of rustling trees.
So cherish each moment, let sorrow take wing,
For life carries on, as the robins sing.
From Love's Soil
Please do not stand at my grave, my dear,
For there the echoes fade, the memories clear.
In heart's embrace, where love once bloomed bright,
Seedlings sprout in shadows, reaching for light.
Each petal a whisper, each leaf tells a tale,
Of laughter and warmth in the soft summer gale.
In the garden of longing where hopes intertwine,
Love nurtured in whispers forever shall shine.
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