According to Buddha
Your end, which is endless, is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air.
will you remember the flowers in my hand?
will you remember my hair?
will you remember the future we planned?
the world is not waiting out there.
will you remember?
will you recall?
will you remember?
***
Edmonton, Whyte Ave. and Calgary, Memorial Drive, Field of Crosses ~ November 2015.
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