A note, when leaving
I must go now.
My roots exposed,
I leave, for new shores.
The stones of my home
are ground, from the
shoes my ancestors,
their ancestors, and
me. Let it be read.
The stones of my home
will know me longer than
you will. Know me.
The waves may crash,
but the stones remain,
upon which you walk,
long after I leave.
I must go now.
Fight the good fight.
Remember me.
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This poem is about:
Me
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