memories immortal

for everyone whom have been taken from us, be it by illness, conflict or by any other means.

We see your ashes drift upon our eyes, leaving shadows on our minds.

We see you in our dreams, leaving us the chance you never had.

We hear you whisper from the trees, guiding us back home in times of need.

We remember you.

You live on, a few steps away leaving traces. Footprints.

We'll see you in this life and the next. Cuimhni bas a fhail.

The End

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