When the breeze on the sea and land is strong <br />do not feel sorrow when I am gone <br />as if I am the only man, the only one <br />and when my ashes are spreading among <br /> <br />the places for which I did long <br />and become part of every hue and tone <br />with vivid colours like a anemone <br />and I am part of the wind, its song <br /> <br />then only remember me <br />in the words that I leave behind <br />in their simplicity, <br />let them remind <br />you of their beauty and sincerity <br />as a last legacy that you call to mind. <br /> <br /> <br />[Reference: Sonnet 71 “No longer mourn for me when I am dead” by William Shakespeare.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-breeze-on-the-sea-and-land-is-strong/
