My Will – My Wish

Some dreams—

A handful of time,

A little flame of hope…

These are the gifts I leave behind.

These are the treasures I bequeath to you.

This is my will,

My final whisper,

My soul’s testament to you.

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I dream of a world—

Not perfect,

But pulsing with creation,

A world painted in the hues of joy,

Where harmony hums in the breath of trees,

And the air tastes like freedom.

A world where sorrow may still visit,

But fear will never reign.

Where no heart trembles before another,

And no voice breaks under the weight of silence.

This dream—this longing—

Is now yours to carry.

I pass it on, tenderly,

And from you,

I ask a solemn vow:

That you will build such a world.

That you will raise my dreams

Like fragile seedlings in your hands,

And plant them in the soil of tomorrow.

That you will water them

With your courage,

And let their roots grow deep into time.

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I give you my dreams—

The ones I dreamed

Not for glory or gain,

But simply to share this life with you.

To walk through morning light and dusk together,

To weather storms and chase sunrises,

Hand in hand,

Heart in heart.

Those dreams are now yours.

Take them.

Make them new.

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We—

You and I—

Have lived through joy and ache,

Through quiet dinners and restless nights,

Through silences heavy and laughter light.

We have split the days

And stitched the nights.

We have been mirrors,

And shadows,

And song.

And in those moments,

That time we carved out—

A handful of it—

Precious,

Glowing—

That too I give to you.

Keep it close.

Clutch it when the world darkens,

When your joy falters,

When grief drapes your sky.

Within that time,

You will find me.

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When sorrow gathers

And paints your skies in greys,

When your efforts seem to fall

Like broken leaves—

Do not despair.

Do not surrender.

You must go on.

You *must* go

To where my hopes still wait,

To where my dreams have built a shelter

Out of light and longing.

For my hopes—

They are now yours to fulfill.

They are your unfinished songs.

You must write their chorus,

You must give them voice.

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In those hopes,

I have imagined a world.

A world that wakes to a dawn of renewal.

A world that lifts the veils of grief

And lets the sun in.

A world where no child cries alone,

No heart withers unheard.

A place where joy is not borrowed,

But born.

You must build that place.

Brick by brick.

Word by word.

Tear by brave tear.

And yes,

The road will be long.

You will walk far.

You will stumble.

But you will rise.

Because I believe in you—

I believe in what we shared.

In what remains after I go.

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Before I bid goodbye,

Before I step into the quiet beyond,

I give you this will.

This soft, sacred vow.

And I take yours in return:

That you will carry—

My incomplete desires,

My scattered dreams,

My small store of time,

And my flickering hope.

That you will shelter them,

Like fire in a storm,

And that someday,

Somewhere—

You will complete what I could not.

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And when you do,

When laughter returns to the earth,

When your world sings with joy again—

Then, my love,

Then I shall find peace.

Then I shall be free.

Then you will have granted me

My final liberation.