A Final Goodbye
Facing Your Own Death
in Dying Poems
Do not weep for me, for I will soon be gone.
My body may die, but my soul will live on.
Perhaps up to heaven, maybe eternity,
or be reborn as another, when I am set free.
Betty Janko
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A Summer Treat
Haiku About Watermelonin Haiku
Watermelon slice
Sticky face from juicy flesh
Spitting out the seeds
