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A hot chocolate waterfall,

And diamond rings trail,

A candy carriage to ride,

The flowers on the funeral wreath, feel the heaviest,

They wish not to meet this cold body,

They desire to be gifted when they could bring a smile,

They love to decorate, not the mourning walls,

But a lively room, filled with giggles,

The flowers on the funeral wreath, feel the heaviest.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-

#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

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I am not my absolute favourite,

A concoction of errors and virtues,

I am imperfect, lousy and emotional,

I am skeptical, impulsive and aspirational,

But given a wish to be reborn ,

I would still want to be this version.

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I could go on living, just inhaling,

But I desire to make it worthwhile,

Fulfil the most trivial yet cherished dreams,

Own a space in everybody's memory,

So when I am lying on the pyre I sense content,

That my story was not left untitled.

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Each day a kind deed.

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