She sleeps beneath the spot where I am standing
This casket is my palanquin,
Decorate it with roses plucked from my garden and thorns from her orchard
Lay me on this red velvet I bought from the market of love and take me to her,
On the shoulders of my friends and kin I had abandoned long ago,
Or in the hearse painted red for the union of our souls
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
She sleeps beneath the spot where I am standing
This casket is my palanquin,
Decorate it with roses plucked from my garden and thorns from her orchard
Lay me on this red velvet I bought from the market of love and take me to her,
On the shoulders of my friends and kin I had abandoned long ago,
Or in the hearse painted red for the union of our souls
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