when I leave


you can't hear my voice ...

in the silence ...

when i fade away ...

no photo can whisper my name ...

go stand by my grave ...

and remember all those scars ...

i had will become memories .







Poetry by poet*salem
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Written on 2026-07-06 at 18:44

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