Before The Death Takes Me - Poem by Fatima Nusairat
I'll give my heart..
To a child who lacked laugh and joy.
To a lover who breathes me air
And exhales me as a butterfly in the wind,
To a painter turns me to a feather,
To a farmer plants me as a tree
Green all seasons,
To a poet sipped me as a coffee
And write me as a limitless poem,
To a footsteps does not bored from the road.
And my voice..
To a songs lives forever in the echo
Before the death takes me
I'll vowed me to the life.
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