Bury me next to her grave

Bury me next
to her grave
Where my hands
would touch her face

I want to hear her sing
The way she delights
my dreams

Make the sands
No little deep
As her heart
I want to hear beat

The many years
She brought me
the roses
the beautiful sea

The sands
The deaden leaves
Her eyes I want to see
in the distant peace

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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