I planned my death
—tonight on my sleep
One with fiery memory;
The other —like ordinaryI brushed my hair before sleep
Perhaps an hour I'll spare —or even skip
I tucked me in a cage of peace;
Least thing in this world I might missI called upon my hour
Reminisced my life —a taste of sour
I plan to reborn after my death
Maybe a good slumber — then after I slept;My plan all too well
Yesterday's my farewell—ley
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Find no Scar
PoetryCompilation of my poems 2 // I think I already found my writing style :) I might feature some of my artworks in this book.