J.k. de Quiroz
To My Friends (A Mi Amigos) By J.K. De Quiroz - Poem by J.k. de Quiroz
When I am but a heap of ashes,
do not weep over me
that your tears will fall on me
and will try to bind me.
You know how much I hate
the lack of freedom.
Throw the remains of my marrow
somewhere where light reaches it.
Plant a seed in me.
Nurture it so that one day,
a tree will spring from me.
So that when the heat wears you down,
you can come to me and know
that I never left you.
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