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ReplyTo a comment on When by Cairsten.

Jeremi B. Handrinos4 Oct 2003

It's missing something? Since we know you are ashes early on be fore you tell us you've burned, why say what we know? It's Rhedundant. Try this instead.

When (Free verse) by Cairsten



When they ask you
what to say of me?
Some day, not unthinkably far off...
Tell them the truth.

When they give me into your hands.
Reduced to a pile of fine ash
fit only to feed some lesser
long-lived blooms...

When they ask you
how I would've wanted
to be remembered?
Tell them only this:
I've turned in.