Death (Bid farewell)


Bid farewell if none I wake up tomorrow

Send me roses not

Send me poems not

Send me off to the customary land

With lots they called graves

Bid farewell if none we meet again

Send me off with thoughts

No more than thoughts

Not do I understand words spoken when I can’t hear them

Nor do I understand affection when I can’t feel them

And in the end we all perish

Return to earth we will

Return to earth I will

1.06 am

8th December 2012

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Death (Bid farewell)

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