11\6\2014 When I read his words .carved on the grave,

When I read his words .

carved on the grave,

Now,

 I  Dont want to burn.

I want to be soil.

 Not soul .

So when you come to me

in your thoughts

 I am inside in the earth

 You can feel me in your hand 

So ,

you  leave me,

 Wherever you want

 Atleast,

 I am visual 

To remember.

For forget

I merge in my space.

Happily. 

I want every day 

Dew makes my heart soil.

and when the first rain drop

 The scent you smell 

Is me

My

Lust,

If you ever try to me remember

For forget .

I am always there,

Outlast

Visual

Real

.