Prompt: What do you want to be remembered as, after you die?
Dedicated to those who actually listen me rant.
When I die,
Remember me
As a willow branch
That thrived to survive,
In the cruel weathers.
That stood with pride
And also shook in fright.
In suns and moons,
In stars and clouds
Having learnt nature
Which bloomed beautiful flowers.
And remember in your heart,
To yearn unwittingly...
Breaks the willow branch.
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