Take me to the mountains when I die.
Somewhere quiet and still,
Where the clear water gently carresses the rocky shore.
But, wait. Wait.
Let the storm roll in, violent and fierce.
Let it lash the trees and toss the waves.
Let the only sound be fury.
Only then release my ashes to the wind.
And, finally, I will be wild and free.
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Carmen Henigin
I love to travel, adventure and exploring. Turns out, I also love writing. I recently published my first book "A Depressed Woman's Sarcastic Take on Life," and am working on several others! I look forward to learning from other writers!
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Haha liked the final lines. Well written.