What Becomes of Me- a Tribute To Silent One
The day your pen becomes your past
laid to rest and held its last
shall mark the day my heart is sure
of Silent ache to then endure
The memory of every stroke
echoed in the lines you wrote
engraved remains our history
our life, our love, our legacy
What, you ask, becomes of me?
Of all the love that came to be?
Every word you ever wrote
kept still within my heart of hope
Hope for all the world to know
the depth of love your pen would show
Poetic words you left behind
to guide the hearts of all mankind
-Jeannie Minor
Written in response to the beautifully poetic
words of "Ink Bleeds Only For You" by Silent One
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