In case you die,
Pluck the petals, one by one,
From a wilting rose.
Gaze at the sunset,
As it dips into the sea,
Taking with it light.
Listen to the wind,
Whisper secrets in your ear,
Of a life well-lived.
Feel the earth beneath,
Softly cradle your tired bones,
In a final rest.
In case you die,
Let nature be your solace,
As you journey on.
YOU ARE READING
Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
