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Bury Me….

Bury me on the top of the higher hill
Under the tree blown by the breeze
So that I can rest with the falling leafs
Under the sun that comes and goes
Covered by clouds of silver and cottons
And the flocks of birds shading on the tree
so that I can sleep enchanted with their sing
with the horizon be my endless dream.

Bury me at the bottom of the sea

Where the salted water meet the sweet
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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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