Don’t burn my verses,
Watch them sprout into life
Take roots in the barrenness
And sway to rhythm of your breath.
If I live
I will be there by your side
And if I die
I will exist in my book.
Don’t burn my verses, to reduce them to ashes,
But if ever your life becomes engulfed in darkness
Consign them to flames.
I will burn to show you the way.
very touching....
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