as if a song is playing for him
maybe there is really a song playing tonight
for another soul has his wings
he now mingles with the wind
rides the withered leaf
as he hums his last song, his farewell song
smoke dances against the breeze tonight
as if a song is playing for him
his ashes now buried deep
where all borrowed shells lay
where maggots reside
where all things are memories
smoke dances against the breeze tonight
as if a song is playing just for him
he may be gone
in the crematorium his fragile body burned down
into ashes
but his legacy, the love he gave
will forever live on –
with or without smoke
By Lanie Shanzyra P. Rebancos
A fighter and sometimes a happy-go-lucky girl, Lanie Shanzyra Rebancos have been published in different literary journals and anthologies. She just has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Lanie loves to stay up late and dream wide awake, thinking so many things until her muse kicks in and instructs her to write and write and write.
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