Tuesday, January 3, 2012

suicide

She lay on the pyre,
resigned to a lifelong slumber,
flames caress her skin,
and take her in their arms.
I see.

Some souls shed crocodile tears,
some wear different masks,
a life slipped out stealthily,
A light lost in the dusk.
I see.

No more my white dove cries.
No more the Almighty lies
My love, a caged bird,
today you set yourself free.

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