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When I die,
put me in the ground,
among the bushes and nettles,
within the womb of the earth.
When I die,
let me wither slowly,
so may I feel the flowers,
emerging from the crevices of my ribs.
When I die,
lay me in middle of a forest,
so when my heart decomposes,
may it merge with the heart of this world.
When I die,
don't let my body go to waste,
bury me deep within the soil,
so may something can make a home out of it.
When I die,
lament not my loss,
smile when you find the roses,
that have grown from my body.
Think of them as a parting gift,
as I bid adieu to all of you,
think of it as my life's work,
wild but beautiful.
~•~
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For the Dead and the Dying ✓
PoetryA collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same. *** Started: 1/01/2023 Ended: 29/07/2023
