I would rather be among the stars
than the flowers.
Flowers die
and wilt
while the stars live on,
even after they die.
They are alive to us,
lighting up the sky,
forming constellations.
Immortal.
So when it comes time to bury me
send my body into the twisting galaxies
where the stars live on for millennia
and laugh with me
as the flowers wilt away.
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Waves of Words
PoetryI want to spill all my thoughts, and share them with anyone who will listen. It's crowded in here. A collection of my poetry.
