If I will die
nothing will change,
only my soul
will leave
her residence.
When I will die
it will be the day
when my soul throws out
her tight shell,
her prison-room.
When I will die
will be day when
my soul unbinds
out of the bonds
of her slavery.
If I will die
will be sunny day,
no reason for cry,
no reason for sadness,
no reason for grieve.
If I will die
won´t be the end of me.
My soul returns
to her really home,
into Universe.
(c)shipka
A very nice poem.
OdpovedaťOdstrániťThat "if" is so extrmely cute because, no matter what, in reality it is "when". (Sorry!)
It's a beautiful poem. I think, though, you are wrong about nothing changing. I think we underestimate sometimes how much we are loved. Thanks for sharing this.
OdpovedaťOdstrániťSo beautiful and touchable poem! Thank you, my friend!
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