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When you die

Don’t speak because it’s necessary. Sometimes in the dawn, you should listen to the music of tree leaves. Your creeping sometimes could make somebody deaf, sometimes the colour of the sky would fall distant. In the air sometimes the greed would dwell, sometimes your fragrance would have a sorrowful smell. None could take the land and sky possessed in life. Your sky will stay, your land won’t have your name when you die.

I see the moon, I see no superiority. I see you and I believe that you burn in it. A vacant body has so much avarice, you are no epitome, unworthy of worship.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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