I like expressing myself. One night as I was trying to sleep, I had many ideas flowing through my head on creating a poem. The very next morning I was on the computer writing it.

Death

When you die, you are gone,

mind, body, and soul.

Even though, we want to know, where our souls go after we go,

nobody knows, nobody knows.

Let us mourn you after you go,

because where you go, nobody knows.

Where do you go after you die?

I wish to fly high with the birds in the sky,

but thanks god I can wait until tomorrow to find out.

Lenah Nazer

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