The Last Conversation of a Dying Father To His Son
When I die, take care of your mum, don't stand by my grave to cry
I see everything, they say that I'm dead, but I don't sleep, it s a lie
You can find me in thousand winds that blow, in the flakes of snow
I am in the happiness which falls like rain, I am in the fields of ripening grain
I am the bird that sings, I come in dreams to say thousand splendid things
I am the rotten night where as you are a morning, you have to live without me
18 June 2018
For the contest " when line six is a perfect fix "
Sponsor " Silent one "
Copyright © Faraz Ajmal | Year Posted 2018
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