Afterlife will be titled,
The names might be labelled,
Visiting a stone with flowers and water,
Talking to a father,
Gazing at the new him,
Reading my books for the first time,
Smelling my mother with coffee,
Laying on a desk to pass the time,
Talking to my peers,
Holding your glasses with some joy,
Going to spy on kids with random texts,
Being around the poetry and prose,
You said I'm professional,
Having the shape and outfit with a pose,
Not thinking about crimes,
No noticing the old times,
Pulling me over to see how barren I was, it was the usual
Not getting on the plane, lose the casual.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.
