I smell the night’s damp wind as it strokes my hair with its bony slender fingers.
I feel the cold blanket of dying stars drape over my shoulders.
My brow grows weary of searching, as my feet plead for relief.
My demise is in sight, but tortures me furthering away with my every blink.
Life knows no bounds, until it knows death.
Everything about you is special. I will never forget the memories you made possible. I love you Bertha, Rest truly in peace. We will all miss you till the end of time.
Where was this when I was a kid???
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