Death is the last lingering note in the song of life.
So make music in your memories.
Laughter becomes your base track.
The drum of falling tears takes the beat.
Strum on your heart strings
And create a chorus to remember.
Your song is infinite
So make it one worth listening to.
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What it Means to Live and other poems
PoetryAn anthology of poetry based on my experiences with mental health, invisible illness, identity, and my journey of self acceptance and recovery. This book includes the following collections: Section1: What it means to live - Poetry looking at the hig...
