The silver moon beams with all intensity.
The dead leaves rustled to the music of the whistling wind.
Nothing surpasses the beauty of the lake while it's asleep.
And this night is a beauty because I am sitting next to my beloved.
One look at my pretty being and my stomach churned at the thought of being forgotten.
Oh my!!! This is my greatest fear.
At my exit in this world and all that remains of me is nothing but memories, would my deeds be preserved in every mind?
When my loved ones see the color "green" would it remind them of me?
When I try to creep into their thoughts, I hope they don't shut me out.
When I come smiling at them in their dreams, I hope I don't leave disappointed and sad.
My greatest fear is being forgotten because I want to live forever, even when I am not here anymore.
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