My Will - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
If I die, which is soon
Bury me in those eyes
Do not ask: “Which or what? ”
Just in eye, the best gem
Regardless of the ‘lash’, ‘Optic nerve’
Anywhere but in eye
In any, cautiously
Eyes are best; are lovely.
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