Final Release

Final Release

When dotage arrives,
in the winter of my years,
surround me not with four walls.

Rather, set me free,
to feel the freshest of air
flow through my very core.

Let my weary bones become one
with the simplest of forces
that beckon us all.

NaPoWriMO2014_4

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