At my grave
Give me a stiff backed
Emarald green book
With all my poems printed
Keep it on my chest
And close the coffin
And Bury me deep
Where I can talk to earth
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When Heart Talks... || Poetry ||
Poetry" Human is the one who wears his heart on sleeve, society is the one which cuts the hand off" A poetry collection from a human, who lost love, by mistake, but even if there's a chance to get it back, she won't take it.... The speciality of the poem...
Grave
At my grave
Give me a stiff backed
Emarald green book
With all my poems printed
Keep it on my chest
And close the coffin
And Bury me deep
Where I can talk to earth
