When I die
Do not confine me
To a box or catacomb wall
Burn and scatter
My earth to orchard virile winds
Unleash my particle lightness
To the Hex river valley
Where laughter and dreaming was easy
as spring trees blossom
Should our child enquire?
Take her there
and let the spirit that
dwells between these mountains
play through her hair
and touch her cheeks
whispering through cliffs and ridges
that daddy never left her side
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