The world ends when I end…
I am the sun, the moon, the stars.
I am the rains and starving winters.
I am the ground upon which all I know stands.
When I go, the world as I know it goes with me.
When I am not, none of this will be.
In reaction to Colin McQueens’s latest ‘discussion’
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem, Shaily. I headed over from Pete’s blog. Have a nice week ahead. xx Michael
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Thank you, Michael! 🙂
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thanks a ton! 🙂
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The only end will be that I stop experiencing it. If there is an afterlife, I will miss this one. Warmest regards, Ed
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Exactly, Ed! It is a point of perception. Once I stop experiencing it, will it matter?
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My guess and suspicion is that it will matter as others are still perceiving it. That is why some of use older folks till work to get the rest of the people to understand why pollution and discrimination are bad. Warmest regards, Ed
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I think I will have someone read this at my funeral!
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Greatest praise I could ever have, Pete! Thank you!
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Reblogged this on beetleypete and commented:
A lovely poem from Indian blogger, Shaily.
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I am honoured, Pete! 🙂
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That’s lovely indeed, Shaily. I’m going to reblog it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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beautiful and so true —
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Thank you, John! 🙂
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