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If I were to go,
Of me what will be left ?
The skies will be blue to you,
The sun will still show,
May be a little storm,
But nature continues its flow.
Momentum like a comet,
A sight so light, just like dust.
Blow it off the shelves, baby
That's all that is left.
My photos aren't in albums,
I know they weren't kept.
The memory of me is rubble dust.
Blow me off the shelves, baby
That's all that I left
Kohl stains on flowery sheets,
A plate of dates on the bedside.
I'll disappear in the night,
Moon as my only witness,
Then the airs will smell frankincense,
And pomegranate color the weeping rain.
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DELMITRÂ - collection
PoetryGod Mithra preserve me, my heart, my country, and what has been built in this life by me...
