Challenge
When I'm gone
Write to someone or the world or just in general about what would happen if you were gone. Or what you wish would happen. Use the prompt and do what feels right for you.
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Flowers To My Funeral
For when I lay cold,
I have a request
I would like every guest
To bring something to my rest
Something so delicate
But yet can brighten a day
If the wind is too harsh
It will wither away
Just place it on me
I swear I’ll be still
By nature I am clean
But by hands, I am killed
A single will do
Or maybe a bouquet
The aroma and colors,
Make it easier to be brave