Monday, 16 December 2013

Destroyed on paper.

Destroy my birth and my death,
Erase my presence.
Tear out the papers;
and burn them to ashes.

Let my absence be noticed;
and my presence never to be discovered again
Remember me in your heart 
the purest place to be.

Remember me in your arms,
in the smiles and tears.
Remember me in the falling storm
and the final dusk.

And let me be just that, a memory
the easiest thing to be.
A nostalgia in your heart 
And an illusion in your life. 

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