Category : Poems

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Use my bed as my grave after I die,
 I spent my whole life there, 
Making no plan, no sound, no love,
Doing nothing good for myself until the end.

  I feel my feet tied to the ground, 
 Slowly burying myself with this unlived life.
 Use my bones as you use the sand,
 The flesh has fallen from them at the right time.

 Let my empty words be carried by the wind,
The desert and the sea will be 
Able to understand my purpose...