Death
They says the sarrow end
They says the peace begins
After death
The breath will stop
But the time will not
it bring the heal with it
no matter
nobody wishs for death
unless it comes to us
holding our hand tiedly
unleasing all relation
we are compile to sleep
for a while
I don't no
I'll laugh
or i'll cry
when it comes to me,
without giving a try.
Copyright © Neha Rai | Year Posted 2017
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