If I Come Poem by Mumu Da Poet

If I Come



To hang my self from my own breath,
Trying to yield hope into my stinking breath,
My breath has pores, pausing through the road way to my nostrils.
To dig a grave with your hands,
Staining your life with a grave scent,
Plucking Roses besides graves,
Just to further carry memories of our loved ones, who long departed from our palms.

MUMU DA POET

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