FLOWER INSTEAD OF.....


some one
going 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 The PoetBay hart to a support member!
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Written 2008-03-27 kl 06:23

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay hart to a support member!
such tenderness and love are
demonstrated by your very vivid imagery
in this poem. It is very poignant.
2008-03-27

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