Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Matterless

No wonder it rains after you die, 
The smoke from burning you 
Finds its way to the sky 
Freezing to bricks 
That wall the sunlight 
Making the mud below dark and thirsty.
You will rain then, with guilt and grief
Growing the seeds to jungles
Living forever in these loops of life.

-Aroon Che
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