If the time will come that I will die
I hope I'll left the world with a smile
Death and dying creeps me out
But hopefully I'm at peace when mine comes
I wish to leave this world with no regrets
The aspirations and desires in me fulfilled
For I don't want to be wishing in my end
Hoping to do this and that before my death
And when I die I hope I look cool
My clothes creative and fabulous
I want words in my gravestone too
Saying "Finally I'll see what afterlife looks"
Because you know I'm curious of it
The concept of reincarnation, soul and death
I hope to find the truth with my own eyes
And get the answers I long asked in mind.
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Of Flowers That Withstand Storms
PoetryA book that tackles human experiences, behaviour, ideas and sentiments and expresses it through poetry and creative writing.
