When I am gone,
Don't lament that
We never said goodbye.
For I am as the flower
That disappears into
The breeze--
A beautiful memory,
Fragilely fleeting.
I am the energy
That cannot be
Created or destroyed.
I am simply transformed
Into the summer breeze
That brings relief;
The light from the moon,
Illuminating your path;
The smile that comes
When you remember me.
Even when long forgotten,
I am still here.
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