Even When I Am Gone (I Will Create Beauty)
Flowers will grow upon my grave.
I can be beautiful in death, too, don’t you see?
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Beauty out of Bones

Even When I Am Gone (I Will Create Beauty)
Flowers will grow upon my grave.
I can be beautiful in death, too, don’t you see?
A jealous person will always prevent you from seeing the good and beauty in yourself.
A short story fable.
“…So fresh and green, little sprout, some day you’ll grow and spread about…”
Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?