One day, the life that flowed through you
will be gone,
leaving only
the husks of your bones
to dry in the sun.
One day, the sun, wind, and rain
will erode those bones,
leaving only
the impact you had
on the landscape.
One Day
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One day, the life that flowed through you
will be gone,
leaving only
the husks of your bones
to dry in the sun.
One day, the sun, wind, and rain
will erode those bones,
leaving only
the impact you had
on the landscape.
M. Espinosa 
One day, the life that pulses through you will fade, and your bones may remain. But let your tears, your love, and your actions seep into the earth, feeding the roots that grow from you. Leave something beautiful, something worthy, for those who will carry it forward long after you are gone
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Beautifully said!
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One day, the impact left, will be filled and forgotten too.
Nice write đź‘Ź
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Thank you so much! You captured the continuation of the idea I was going for well!
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