The death of just a child

Tue, 07/01/2014 - 15:45 -- nosilla

I will die.

Young perhaps

I will be put in a coffin

The color of coal

With a rainbow on top


I will be beautiful

Surrounded by fine silk

With the smell of roses

Sprawling through the air


There will be tears

There will be pain

But there will also,

be rejoice,

and happiness.

Till there are no more,

tears or pain.

I will die young


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