Your eyes will narrate the story of that beautiful rain,
When they will cry out your heart's pain.

You will miss me the most when the fragrance of those white lilies over my grave will spread,
And the hush of cold wind will tell you all the lost words unsaid.

When the white mist will surround over and make my words shun,
The dew drizzling from old willow will cherish you with all the kisses left undone.

With the white satin dress ,adored with a pinch of red cherry matt and hairs nearly done straight,
Will you draw for me......, a beautiful death portrait. 🍂

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© Saniya Sharma