As I close my eyes,
The world will stop.
Rustles of leaves quiet down,
White flowers I have placed myself
Will never again be touched.
The Earth bids farewell,
Humming its last hymn
To humanity there was.
Stories of memories fade
Tale by tale, they vanish away.
The soil where my footprints once stamped
Will be then effaced with dust.
Grass will grow tall, undisturbed
The greens will cover the grays,
Therefore covering the last touch of humanity.
There I see the world,
Where no others are meant to exist.
Now, my story ends
Far I walk to the other side of the orb.
I was the last.
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