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The Last Conversation of a Dying Father To His Son MAG

May 21, 2021
By FARAZ21842 SILVER, Lahore, Other
FARAZ21842 SILVER, Lahore, Other
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When I die, take care of your mum,
don't stand by my grave to cry
I see everything, they say that I'm dead,
but I don't sleep, it's a lie
Find me in a thousand winds that blow,
in the flakes of snow
I am in the happiness which falls like rain,
I am in the fields of ripening grain
I am the bird that sings, I come in dreams
to say a thousand splendid things
I am the rotten night where as you
are a morning, you have to live without me.



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on May. 24 2021 at 2:45 pm
jbritomariani BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
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This is really good! I loved the use of metaphor, it really does do a great job of encapsulating the father in time. I would say transitioning from the father dying and his becoming of natural forces could be expanded upon a little bit, but over all this is a great piece.

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on May. 21 2021 at 4:52 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me

Great title!