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When the wind whispers to you,
words you almost understand,
and the ghosts of the world beckon to you,
Think of me.

When the peaceful sighs are restless,
without explaination or remorse,
and your life seems somewhat empty,
Think of me.

I am the voice that calls you,
resonates and lingers,
imprinting on your mind those memories.
Wistful yearning motions,
of lost worlds and their tears,
I am the beauty no eyes ever see.

When the breeze pulls at your body,
pleading for you to follow,
and if for a moment you hesitate,
Think of me.

When you feel a sort of presence,
find out you are not alone,
and for a instant you understand,
Think of me.

I am the being now forgotten,
I am the dreams that fade with morning,
I am the wishes lost when time forgets they were.
I am the poet not remembered,
I am the the innocence unshattered,
I am the mornings kiss upon the sky.

Think of me,
remember me-
if I should die.