Occupy Poetry

Scripted Sands

BY Saira Viola

Do not ever ask if I am still alive

For even when I die

I shall haunt your restless mind

Like Phoebus ,the Huntress

Until the end of Time

When Love's sweet whispers

Melt to brine

And tears will crest your jaded eye

And unmask the truth of your last goodbye .

From: 
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