Unforgiving Sky
If the sky should crumble and fall,
And the fire should have dominion over my soul
In the moment of my last gasp for air
I wish to be painting the city of love in this notebook I have
It’s like we’re colorless rose flowers,
Magnificent but still can’t attract the bees to stay long enough,
With no nectar nor bright petals to manifest my affection
So...before I give my soul up to such an unforgiving sky,
I wish to die with a paper and pen,
Write one last poem to the angel of grief,
For I am a wordsmith with no good to write
The only body that refuses to burn in the crematorium...
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