You are alive, my poet

I stand on your grave

with red and white flowers

Your words are the not only thing that remain

Believe me, my poet

You, yourself is alive

in thousands of hearts

And the flowers bloom

every time someone say your name

Advertisements

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: You are alive, my poet « Ria's Writings

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Follow Rainbows and storms on WordPress.com

Top Clicks

  • None
%d bloggers like this: