FLOWER INSTEAD OF.....
some onegoing to burry me...
before that
I have to say
one thing...
There will be
a flower
in the place of
my heart;
it was given
by her.
Before giving me
black soil
to sleep,
pluck that
flower from me...
Then I can
go back to her
through that
flower.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-03-27 at 06:23
Tags Poem 




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