Yes. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. The older I grow, the more my awareness grows

…ong, now free of care, 
No ties to bind, no burdens to bear. 
Tender embraces, the thrill of skin, 
Now just memories, where life’s breath has been.
eyes once bright, now hold only black, 
In this place where there’s no turning back.
A Meditation on Life and Death
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Jul 24, 2024
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Yes. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. The older I grow, the more my awareness grows
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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