If My Soul—
If the---Gem
In
my closed palm
Going
to get brighter
I
would drop it—In The Dust.
If the---Flower
In
my tight fingers
Going
to get more fragrance
If
the---Fortune
In
my safest closet
Going
to get heavier
I
would throw it---Into The Drain.
If
the---Drop Of My Heart
In
my warmth lap
Going
to be happier
I
would leave him---In The Wilderness.
In
my closed chest
Going
to be free
I
would like—To Die.
Hundreth Times
Not Only Once.
beautiful....
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