When I fall in a deep sleep
That you call death
Please turn my coffin
Into a beautiful bed of rose's
Lay me down gently six feet under
For I will turn into dust
And become part of this earth
Like I never left you
Remember I'm in a deep sleep
You call death
Turn my grave into a beautiful
Garden of pretty colorful flowers
Let your cries sound like music to my ears
And may your tears water my garden
Grave you call it.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
कविताwords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
