Let my bone ignite and smolder in fire.
Bury my ashes underneath fields of wild flowers.
So that I might grow into something magnificent.
Magical flowers that only flow under the moonlight.
Lovers can walk over me while holding hands.
They kiss above my leaves and run their fingers along my petals.
I'll be apart of something so beautiful.
Let me die here in this moment to be reborn.
This moment in time is infinite.
I am greater than what I understand.
Rain down on me and let it pour over my soul.
Let the shower make me into something better.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
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sad but beautiful, love this!