When I die,
Bury me not under the burials of bricks
Burn me not with bushes and twigs
Offer my organs to those in needs
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Such a nice poem, Sonam. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
When I die, Wash me not with your tears And wait for me not with cheers I will set myself free to fly to the land, I long to die.. Wonderful graphic.. photo corresponds to the poem very much., flying to the land where i want to sleep. very fine poem. tony