Pages

Will the remnants of my pages

Stay in the air of whirling winds

Brushing over the grave I lay in 

 

Will the yellow pages walk afresh 

In the streets of the world I never knew

Wandering into the playful grooves 

While I ll be sleeping  in my den

 

 

Will the words I never spoke 

Fly out of the pages turning old 

To swim in serenity with the river flow

And reach across banks i didn’t see

After my scent is no more to smell

 

Will the remnants of my pages

Stay in the air of whirling winds

 

Brushing over the grave I lay in no

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