Poetry

A Part of Me

As the Clock hanging on the Wall
Ticks and Tocks with Teeny Tiny Steps,
As the Sun Rises to Set Once More
And Breaths take Big Fat Laps.
A Part of Me is Left for You
To Cherish when I Perish.

As Rushing against the Winds,
I Duck through the Hassles,
As my Sweat Drips on the Sand
While I Build my Castles.
A Part of Me is Left for You
To Cherish when I Perish.

When You Put your Palm
On my Heart Everyday,
My Smile, My Smell, My Self
Vaporize a Bit, to Stay with
A Part of Me, that is Left for You
To Cherish when I Perish.


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