My Will Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My Will



My will

If I die, which is soon
Bury me in those eyes
Do not ask: “Which or what? ”
In black
In blue
In green
In brown
Just in eye, the best gem
Regardless of the ‘lash’, ‘Optic nerve’
Anywhere but in eye
In any, cautiously
Eyes are best; are lovely.

Friday, March 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: romantic
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