When the breeze on the sea and land is strong
do not feel sorrow when I am gone
as if I am the only man, the only one
and when my ashes are spreading among
the places for which I did long
and become part of every hue and tone
with vivid colours like a anemone
and I am part of the wind, its song
then only remember me
in the words that I leave behind
in their simplicity,
let them remind
you of their beauty and sincerity
as a last legacy that you call to mind.
[Reference: Sonnet 71 “No longer mourn for me when I am dead” by William Shakespeare.]
Gert Strydom
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